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 MOOREThough an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
THOMAS MOOREIt is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
THOMAS MOOREHere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
THOMAS MOOREWhat though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
THOMAS MOOREHumility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
THOMAS MOOREAnd the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
THOMAS MOOREAsk a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
THOMAS MOOREThe light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
THOMAS MOOREThe heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
THOMAS MOOREThis wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
THOMAS MOOREA friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
THOMAS MOOREFond memory brings the light of other days around me.
THOMAS MOORECame but for friendship, and took away love.
THOMAS MOOREAnd soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
THOMAS MOORE