Thomas Moore (1779 – 1852) was an Irish poet, singer, songwriter and entertainer, a natural musician, a practiced satirist and one of the first recognized champions of freedom of Ireland. He was born in Dublin above his father’s grocery shop.
With George Gordon, Lord Byron, and Sir Walter Scott, he embodied British Romanticism not only for the British and the Irish but also for Americans and Europeans.
You can read more about his life here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/thomas-moore
I chose this poem about music as I believe that it plays such a big and important part in all of our lives. Hearing a certain tune can take us back to a moment in time, bringing back all sorts of memories which can make us feel happy or sad, but mostly music makes us happy.
On Music – Thomas Moore
When through life unblest we rove,
Losing all that made life dear,
Should some notes we used to love,
In days of boyhood, meet our ear,
Oh! how welcome breathes the strain!
Wakening thoughts that long have slept,
Kindling former smiles again
In faded eyes that long have wept.
Like the gale, that sighs along
Beds of oriental flowers,
Is the grateful breath of song,
That once was heard in happier hours.
Fill’d with balm the gale sighs on,
Though the flowers have sunk in death;
So, when pleasure’s dream is gone,
Its memory lives in Music’s breath.
Music, oh, how faint, how weak,
Language fades before thy spell!
Why should Feeling ever speak,
When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Friendship’s balmy words may feign,
Love’s are even more false than they;
Oh! ’tis only music’s strain
Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.