Thomas Moore Quotes

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All that's bright must fade,—
The brightest and the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made,
But to be lost when sweetest.

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

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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.

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I give thee all,—I can no more,
Though poor the off'ring be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.

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

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To sigh, yet feel no pain;
To weep, yet scarce know why;
To sport an hour with Beauty's chain,
Then throw it idly by.

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

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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.

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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 dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken.

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Lady Bab. Yes, my dear, a poem upon sol ammoniac - in which, under the name of the Loves of Ammonia, I have personified this interesting alkali, and described very tenderly all the various experiments that have been tried on her. Miss S. This is what has been called 'enlisting Poetry under the banners of Science,'

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To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!

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Amaranths, such as crown the maids That wander through Zamara's shades...

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The beautiful blue-damsel flies That flutter'd round the jasmine stems, Like winged flowers or flying gems...

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The crimson blossoms of the coral-tree In the warm isles of India's sunny sea

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Like tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, Bending beneath the invisible west-wind's sighs.

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Anemones and Seas of Gold, And new-blown lilies of the river, And those sweet flow'rets that unfold Their buds on Camadera's quiver...

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Most, if not all, problems brought to therapists are issues of love. It makes sense that the cure is also love.

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The soul doesn't distinguish between good and bad as much as between what is nutritious and what isn't. Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.

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The maid of India, blessed again to hold In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold

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Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood And those that under Araby's soft sun Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.

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With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

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And the wind, full of wantonness, woos like a lover The young aspen-trees till they tremble all over.

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Pythagoras asks that we not let a friend go lightly, for whatever reason. Instead, we should stay with a friend as long as we can, until we're compelled to abandon him completely against our will. It's a serious thing to toss away money, but to cast aside a person is even more serious. Nothing in human life is more rarely found, nothing more dearly possessed. No loss is more chilling or more dangerous than that of a friend.

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Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...

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But one, the lofty followers of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when the warm returns, Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray.

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The tuberose, with her silvery light, That in the gardens of Malay Is call'd the Mistress of the Night, So like a bride, scented and bright; She comes out when the sun's away.

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The humble rosemary Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed To scent the desert and the dead.

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The basil tuft, that waves Its fragrant blossom over graves.

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Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime!

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Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

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