Thomas Moore Quotes

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream,
And the nightingale sings round it all the day long;
In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream,
To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,
First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.

If I speak to thee in friendship's name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly;
If I mention love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly.

Paradise itself were dim
And joyless, if not shared with him!

To Greece we give our shining blades.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee
Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.

When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life,
There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake--
It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife."
"Why, so it is father--whose wife shall I take?

Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright,
Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.

This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future,—two eternities!

But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.