black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Thomas Moore

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
THOMAS MOORE

Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
THOMAS MOORE

Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
THOMAS MOORE

Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
THOMAS MOORE

Bright Lost Sweet
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
THOMAS MOORE

Brain Drive Heaven Myself Reason
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
THOMAS MOORE

Friendship Love Steady Warm
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

Delicious Light Plant Roam Sun Wake Up
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
THOMAS MOORE

Happiness Luxury Tears
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
THOMAS MOORE

Humiliate Slave
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
THOMAS MOORE

Angel Devil Print Writing
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

Discover Emotion Flame Illusion Leadership Love Marriage Ourselves Truth
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
THOMAS MOORE

Pretty Retirement Wife
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
THOMAS MOORE

Heaven Sea Tranquility
Oh! blame not the bard.
THOMAS MOORE

Blame One Liner
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
THOMAS MOORE

Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
THOMAS MOORE

Awake Heart Thorn Touch

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Thomas Moore Quotes