Thomas Moore Quotes

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

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away.
Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart,
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me!

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

Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,
But turn to ashes on the lips.

And oh if there be an Elysium on earth,
It is this, it is this!

This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,—
There's nothing true but Heaven.

Like a young eagle who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart
Which rank corruption destines for their heart.

But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.

When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?

Man for his glory
To ancestry flies;
But Woman's bright story
Is told in her eyes.

To Greece we give our shining blades.

No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close;
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.