Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore était une incarnation du maître ascensionné El Morya.
Thomas Moore est né à Dublin en 1779. Auteur prolifique de prose et de poésie, il a honoré la terre d'Erin de son tendre amour pour Dieu et pour l'homme. Diplômé du Trinity College en 1799, il s'installe à Londres. Jeune homme impressionnable au "tempérament irlandais vif", l'exécution d'un ami proche du collège lors de la rébellion des Irlandais unis a suscité chez Moore une ferveur patriotique qui a été sa plus grande source d'inspiration littéraire. Son style direct et son attitude juvénile l'ont rendu utile à la cause libérale britannique en tant que satiriste plein d'esprit. Ses poèmes ont servi de caricatures politiques controversées à l'époque.
Thomas Moore’s greatest works included a brilliant biographical masterpiece taken from the confidential memoirs of Lord Byron. His own Memoirs, Journal, and Correspondence are an invaluable social record of life in England and Ireland during the first half of the nineteenth century.
Although he spent most of his life in England, Moore became known and loved as the national lyricist of Ireland through his Irish Melodies—a collection of verses written to the tunes of old Irish folk songs. The best remembered of these romantic ballads is “Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms,” which to the present day draws the power of his intense love for the will of God.
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts, fading away,—
Thou wouldst still be ador’d as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still!
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofan’d by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
No, the heart that has truly lov’d never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turn’d when he rose.