Abraham Moore

Abraham Moore (1766–1822) was an English and American poet and translator.

Quotes

• Her lakes are oceans, every stream a bay,
     Wide through her frame its branching artery throws:
  Her mountains kiss the moon: her sapient sway
     A beauteous belt hath wrought, whose ties enclose
  Tribes without end, realm after realm embraced
  In Freedom's opening arms, the savage and the waste.
  • Niagara. A Poem (New York: J. Seymour, 1822), st. xii, p. 16

The Odes of Pindar (1822, 1831)

London: John Murray

• Virtue’s achievement, Folly’s crime,
    Whate’er of guilt or good the past has known,
  Not e’en the Sire of all things, mighty Time,
    Hath power to change, or make the deed undone.
  • Olympian Odes, ii, 29

• O’er woes long wept Oblivion softly lays
    Her shadowy veil.
  • Olympian Odes, ii, 34

• And Wealth, more bright with Virtue joined,
    Brings golden Opportunity.
  • Olympian Odes, ii, 96

• The lofty lucre of renown.
  • Isthmian Odes, i, 62

External links

• Works related to Author:Abraham Moore on Wikisource
• "Moore, Abraham", Jackson Bibliography of Romantic Poetry, University of Toronto Libraries (12 Apr. 2020)