Thomas Moore

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

— Thomas Moore

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

— Thomas Moore

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

— Thomas Moore

A Persian's heaven is easily made:'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.

— Thomas Moore

Oft, in the stilly night,The cheerful hearts now broken!

— Thomas Moore

I feel like one,And all but he departed!

— Thomas Moore

What though youth gave love and roses,Age still leaves us friends and wine.

— Thomas Moore

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

— Thomas Moore

All that's bright must fade,— But to be lost when sweetest.

— Thomas Moore

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!Jehovah has triumphed—his people are free.

— Thomas Moore

Oh, call it by some better name,For friendship sounds too cold.

— Thomas Moore

Come, come," said Tom's father, "at  shall I take?

— Thomas Moore

Go where glory waits thee,Oh! still remember me!

— Thomas Moore

Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.

— Thomas Moore

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

— Thomas Moore

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.

— Thomas Moore

The harp that once through Tara's hallsNow feel that pulse no more.

— Thomas Moore

Life is a waste of wearisome hoursIs always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

— Thomas Moore

Rich and rare were the gems she wore,And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.

— Thomas Moore

Believe me, if all those endearing young charmsWould entwine itself verdantly still.

— Thomas Moore

No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,The same look which she turn'd when he rose.

— Thomas Moore

But there's nothing half so sweet in lifeAs love's young dream.

— Thomas Moore

The tribute most high to a head that is royal,Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.

— Thomas Moore

Eyes of unholy blue.

— Thomas Moore

'Tis the last rose of Summer,Are faded and gone.

— Thomas Moore

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone,And his wild harp slung behind him.

— Thomas Moore

And the best of all waysIs to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

— Thomas Moore

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

— Thomas Moore

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound usAll earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

— Thomas Moore

The light that liesHas been my heart's undoing.

— Thomas Moore

My only booksAnd folly's all they've taught me.

— Thomas Moore

Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.

— Thomas Moore

Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.

— Thomas Moore

Accurst is the march of that gloryWhich treads o'er the hearts of the free.

— Thomas Moore

Man for his gloryIs told in her eyes.

— Thomas Moore

This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,The past, the future,—two eternities!

— Thomas Moore

But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fastTo some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

— Thomas Moore

There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream,To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.

— Thomas Moore

Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

— Thomas Moore

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

— Thomas Moore

One morn a Peri at the gateOf Eden stood disconsolate.

— Thomas Moore

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,One minute of heaven is worth them all.

— Thomas Moore

Something deep in human make up needs and longs for a taste of eternity--a momentary release from the relentless pace of time.

— Thomas Moore

But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

— Thomas Moore

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

— Thomas Moore

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,And love me, it was sure to die.

— Thomas Moore

Paradise itself were dimAnd joyless, if not shared with him!

— Thomas Moore

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

— Thomas Moore

Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,But turn to ashes on the lips.

— Thomas Moore

Oh for a tongue to curse the slaveAnd blasts them in their hour of might!

— Thomas Moore

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

— Thomas Moore

As sunshine broken in the rill,Though turned astray, is sunshine still.

— Thomas Moore

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

— Thomas Moore

Alas! how light a cause may moveWhen heaven was all tranquillity.

— Thomas Moore

Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.

— Thomas Moore

And oh if there be an Elysium on earth,It is this, it is this!

— Thomas Moore

When Time who steals our years awayAnd half our joys renew.

— Thomas Moore

Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,I 'll taste the luxury of woe.

— Thomas Moore

Where bastard Freedom wavesThe fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

— Thomas Moore

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?

— Thomas Moore

I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'dA heart that was humble might hope for it here."

— Thomas Moore

Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.

— Thomas Moore

The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.

— Thomas Moore

Like a young eagle who has lent his plumeWhich rank corruption destines for their heart.

— Thomas Moore

There was a little man, and he had a little soul;And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

— Thomas Moore

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

— Thomas Moore

Who ranThrough each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.

— Thomas Moore

Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright,Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

— Thomas Moore

Good at a fight, but better at a play;Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.

— Thomas Moore

Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.

— Thomas Moore

Fly not yet; 't is just the hourAnd maids who love the moon.

— Thomas Moore

Oh stay! oh stay!To break its links so soon.

— Thomas Moore

When did morning ever break,And find such beaming eyes awake?

— Thomas Moore

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

— Thomas Moore

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowersIs always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

— Thomas Moore

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweetAs that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

— Thomas Moore

Oh, weep for the hourThe lord of the valley with false vows came.

— Thomas Moore

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my sideIn the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

— Thomas Moore

No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,The same look which she turn'd when he rose.

— Thomas Moore

The moon looks"The brook can see no moon but this."

— Thomas Moore

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

— Thomas Moore

'T is sweet to think that where'er we roveWe've but to make love to the lips we are near.

— Thomas Moore

'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for theeWas a siren of old who sung under the sea.

— Thomas Moore

To live with them is far less sweetThan to remember thee.

— Thomas Moore

When true hearts lie wither'dThis bleak world alone?

— Thomas Moore

Thus, when the lamp that lightedAs that light which Heaven sheds.

— Thomas Moore

I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart,I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.

— Thomas Moore

To live and die in scenes like this,With some we 've left behind us.

— Thomas Moore

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.

— Thomas Moore

Those evening bells! those evening bells!When last I heard their soothing chime!

— Thomas Moore

As half in shade and half in sunBe all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

— Thomas Moore

If I speak to thee in friendship's name,Thou say'st I speak too boldly.

— Thomas Moore

A friendship that like love is warm;A love like friendship, steady.

— Thomas Moore

The bird let loose in Eastern skies,Nor shadow dims her way.

— Thomas Moore

This world is all a fleeting show,There's nothing true but Heaven.

— Thomas Moore

As down in the sunless retreats of the oceanThe hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.

— Thomas Moore

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

— Thomas Moore

When twilight dews are falling softHas lighted me to thee, love.

— Thomas Moore

I give thee all,—I can no more,That I can bring to thee.

— Thomas Moore

Who has not felt how sadly sweetWhen far o'er sea or land we roam?

— Thomas Moore

To Greece we give our shining blades.

— Thomas Moore

When thus the heart is in a veinCan touch it with peculiar power.

— Thomas Moore

If thou would'st have me sing and playAnd bring one freshly strung.

— Thomas Moore

To sigh, yet feel no pain;Then throw it idly by.

— Thomas Moore

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are!Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.

— Thomas Moore

Humility, that low, sweet rootFrom which all heavenly virtues shoot.

— Thomas Moore

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

— Thomas Moore

All that's bright must fade,--

— Thomas Moore

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

— Thomas Moore