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Poem November 6, 1810

The Enquirer

Richmond, Henrico County, Virginia

What is this article about?

Thomas Moore's poem 'Drink to Her' is a lyrical toast to a woman who inspires poets, contrasting the true value of affection and wit over mere wealth, using metaphors like a door of glass and a poet's love dwelling above.

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DRINK TO HER:
(By THOMAS MOORE, ESQUIRE.)

Drink to her, who long
Hath waked the Poet's sigh;
The girl who gave to song
What gold could never buy!

Oh! woman's heart was made
For minstrels' hands alone,
By other fingers played
It yields not half the tone.

Then here's to her, who long
Hath waked the poet's sigh,
The girl who gave to song
what gold could never buy.

At Beauty's door of glass
When Wealth and Wit once stood,
They ask'd her 'which might pass?'
She answer'd 'he who could'

With golden key Wealth thought
To pass—but 'twould not do;
While Wit a diamond brought,
Which cut his bright way through.

Then here's to her, who long
Hath waked the poet's sigh,
The girl who gave to song
what gold could never buy.

The love, that seeks a home
Where wealth or grandeur shines,
Is like the gloomy gnome
That dwells in dark gold mines:

But, Oh! a poet's love
Can boast a brighter sphere;
Its native home's above,
Though woman keeps it here.

Then drink to her who long
Hath waked the poet's sigh,
The girl who gave to song
What gold could never buy.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Song

What themes does it cover?

Love Courtship Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Thomas Moore Poets Sigh Womans Heart Wealth Wit Poets Love

What entities or persons were involved?

By Thomas Moore, Esquire.

Poem Details

Title

Drink To Her

Author

By Thomas Moore, Esquire.

Subject

Toast To The Woman Who Inspires Poets

Form / Style

Rhymed Stanzas With Refrain

Key Lines

Drink To Her, Who Long Hath Waked The Poet's Sigh; The Girl Who Gave To Song What Gold Could Never Buy! At Beauty's Door Of Glass When Wealth And Wit Once Stood, They Ask'd Her 'Which Might Pass?' She Answer'd 'He Who Could' But, Oh! A Poet's Love Can Boast A Brighter Sphere; Its Native Home's Above, Though Woman Keeps It Here.

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