Thomas Moore Quotes

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

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

Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.

Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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