Thomas Moore - Eye Quotes

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Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

Thomas Moore
When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?

Thomas Moore
Fly not yet; 't is just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night
And maids who love the moon.

Thomas Moore
Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower
But 't was the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
And love me, it was sure to die.

Thomas Moore
'Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew,
Eyes of most unholy blue!

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

Thomas Moore
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

Thomas Moore
Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,
But turn to ashes on the lips.

Thomas Moore
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I've seen my fondest hope decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,
And love me, it was sure to die.

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
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
I never nursed a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,
And love me, it was sure to die!

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

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

Thomas Moore