Thomas Moore Quotes

A friendship that like love is warm;
A love like friendship, steady.

If thou would'st have me sing and play
As once I play'd and sung,
First take this time-worn lute away,
And bring one freshly strung.

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

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

Humility, that low, sweet root
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.

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.

Who ran
Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.

To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we 've left behind us.

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

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

A Persian's heaven is easily made:
'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.

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

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.

Just as the mind the erring sense believes,
The erring mind, in turn, the sense deceives.