Thomas Moore Quotes

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When thus the heart is in a vein
Of tender thought, the simplest strain
Can touch it with peculiar power.

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

Thomas Moore
Where bastard Freedom waves
The fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Thomas Moore
Perhaps we have become interested in the soul once again — it has been seriously discussed by theologians, philosophers, and poets for centuries — because we know there is more to life than what the sciences can grasp. We may like the word "soul" precisely because it is beyond definition and keeps the mystery element in life intact.

Thomas Moore
How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?

Thomas Moore
Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.

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Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow 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.

Thomas Moore
A soul mate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communication and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace. This kind of relationship is so important to the soul that many have said there is nothing more precious in life.

Thomas Moore
My only books
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.

Thomas Moore
While slight attention to the soul can go a long way, it isn't enough to maintain the active life and give the soul mere morsels.

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

Thomas Moore
I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.

Thomas Moore
The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.

Thomas Moore
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonoured his relics are laid.
Of Robert Emmet

Thomas Moore
When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.

Thomas Moore
We can't survive without enchantment...the loss of it is killing us.

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

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

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

Thomas Moore
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.

Thomas Moore
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.

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

Thomas Moore
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.

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

Thomas Moore
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.

Thomas Moore
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.

Thomas Moore
The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er;
And hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.

Thomas Moore
'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove
We are sure to find something blissful and dear;
And that when we 're far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.

Thomas Moore
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.

Thomas Moore
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Thomas Moore