While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
THOMAS MOOREWhile mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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 MOOREAsk a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
THOMAS MOOREThough an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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 MOOREHumility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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 MOORELike ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
THOMAS MOOREAnd soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
THOMAS MOORERomantic 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 MOOREHere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
THOMAS MOORENo, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
THOMAS MOOREThe light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
THOMAS MOOREA friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
THOMAS MOORE