Thomas Moore Quotes

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

Oh stay! oh stay!
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain
To break its links so soon.

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

Eyes of unholy blue.

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

The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.

Life is a waste of wearisome hours
Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

To Greece we give our shining blades.

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower
But 't was the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
And love me, it was sure to die.

Oh, weep for the hour
When to Eveleen's bower
The lord of the valley with false vows came.

The light that lies
In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.

Self is the medium thro' which Judgment's ray
Can seldom pass without being turned astray.

The tribute most high to a head that is royal,
Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Oh, call it by some better name,
For friendship sounds too cold.