Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
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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The tribute most high to a head that is royal,
Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.
But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
Good-bye—my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
A friendship that like love is warm;
A love like friendship, steady.
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
The longer one lives the more he learns.
Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
I 'll taste the luxury of woe.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes,
'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair.
Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future,—two eternities!
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
And violets, transform'd to eyes,
Inshrined a soul within their blue.
A Persian's heaven is easily made:
'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.
A Persian's Heaven is eas'ly made,
'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Moore (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.