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Thomas Moore Quotes

1779–1852 Ireland

Thomas Moore (May 28, 1779 – February 25, 1852) was an Irish poet and hymnist, now best remembered for the lyrics of The Last Rose of Summer.

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Also known as: Moore, Thomas

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This speck of life in time's great wilderness
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!

Lalla Rookh (1817)

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

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)

No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.

Irish Melodies (1807)

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

Lalla Rookh (1817)

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

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)

"This must be music," said he, "of the spears,
For I am cursed if each note of it doesn't run through one!"

Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.

A Canadian Boat-Song (1805)

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

Irish Melodies (1807)

A narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities.

Lalla Rookh (1817)

This new rage for rhyming badly,
Which late hath seized all ranks and classes,
Down to that new estate 'the masses.'

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

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

As sunshine, broken in the rill,
Though turn'd astray, is sunshine still!

Lalla Rookh (1817)

Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.

Lalla Rookh (1817)

How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone.

Lalla Rookh (1817)

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

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

Lalla Rookh (1817)

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

Lalla Rookh (1817)

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Lalla Rookh (1817)

There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Moore (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.