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 MOOREIt is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
THOMAS MOORECame but for friendship, and took away love.
THOMAS MOOREWhile mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
THOMAS MOORENo, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
THOMAS MOOREDisguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
THOMAS MOOREThough an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
THOMAS MOORELike ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
THOMAS MOOREBastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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 MOOREFond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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 MOOREA pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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 MOORE