All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
THOMAS MOOREAll that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
THOMAS MOORENo, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
THOMAS MOOREOh! blame not the bard.
THOMAS MOOREDisguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
THOMAS MOOREAnd soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
THOMAS MOOREFrom 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 MOOREFond memory brings the light of other days around me.
THOMAS MOORECame but for friendship, and took away love.
THOMAS MOOREAnd the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
THOMAS MOOREHere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
THOMAS MOORELike ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
THOMAS MOOREHumility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
THOMAS MOOREA friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
THOMAS MOOREIt is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
THOMAS MOOREWhile mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
THOMAS MOOREThe heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
THOMAS MOORE