Last Rose of Summer
 


Citation

Thomas Moore, 1779-1852, “Last Rose of Summer,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 24, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31664.


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Title

Last Rose of Summer

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated back-to-back with "Wife, Children, and Friends."

Subject

Irish poetry -- 19th century Loneliness -- Poetry Roses -- Poetry Time -- Poetry

Alternative Title

'Tis the Last Rose of Summer

Creator

Thomas Moore, 1779-1852

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/15/2007

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

It is the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.

No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I will not leave thee thou love one
To pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep with them.

Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves over thy bed,
When thy mates of the garden,
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from loves shinning circle
The gems drop away.

When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone.

It is the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions ,
Are faded and gone.

No flower of her kindred,
No Rose bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

Classification Title

Last Rose of Summer

Document Title

'Tis the Last Rose of Summer

Alternate Geographic Location

Dublin, County Dublin, Ireland

Associated Date

1805

Dimensions - Original

217 mm x 280 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-14

File name

113_LastRoseOfSummer

Transcription Date

2006-10-06

Transcribed By

Sarah C. Tonkin

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