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 encloseTribes without end, realm after realm embracedIn 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 Author:Abraham Moore "Moore, Abraham", Jackson Bibliography of Romantic Poetry, University of Toronto Libraries (12 Apr. 2020) Category:1766 births Category:1822 deaths Category:Poets from England Category:Translators from England Category:Poets from the United States Category:Translators from the United States