Thomas Moore Quotes

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah has triumphed—his people are free.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er;
And hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.

As half in shade and half in sun
This world along its path advances,
May that side the sun's upon
Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.

One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.

The moon looks
On many brooks,
"The brook can see no moon but this."

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?

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

To Greece we give our shining blades.

Good at a fight, but better at a play;
Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.

Where bastard Freedom waves
The fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

I feel like one,
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!
Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.