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Quotes from Irish Melodies — Thomas Moore

1779–1852 Ireland

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But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

Irish Melodies (1807)

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

Irish Melodies (1807)

'Tis the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.

Irish Melodies (1807)

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)

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

Irish Melodies (1807)

The tribute most high to a head that is royal,
Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.

Irish Melodies (1807)

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Irish Melodies (1807)

Life is a waste of wearisome hours
Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Irish Melodies (1807)

Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise,
Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.

Irish Melodies (1807)

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

Irish Melodies (1807)

Accurst is the march of that glory
Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.

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The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.

Irish Melodies (1807)

Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.

Irish Melodies (1807)

When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

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Man for his glory
To ancestry flies;
But Woman's bright story
Is told in her eyes.

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And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

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

Irish Melodies (1807)

Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.

Irish Melodies (1807)

Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.

Irish Melodies (1807)

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

Irish Melodies (1807)

Attribution

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