Thomas Moore Quotes

There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream,
And the nightingale sings round it all the day long;
In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream,
To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.

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

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

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

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

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?

To live with them is far less sweet
Than to remember thee.

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

When twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,
I watch the star whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.

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

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.