Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
THOMAS MOOREBastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
THOMAS MOOREThe heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
THOMAS MOOREAnd soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
THOMAS MOOREHumility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
THOMAS MOOREAsk a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
THOMAS MOORECame but for friendship, and took away love.
THOMAS MOOREMy only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
THOMAS MOOREThis wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
THOMAS MOOREWhat though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
THOMAS MOOREAnd the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
THOMAS MOOREThough an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
THOMAS MOORENo, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
THOMAS MOOREA friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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 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 MOORE