Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore
Thomas Moorewas an Irish poet, singer, songwriter, and entertainer, now best remembered for the lyrics of "The Minstrel Boy" and "The Last Rose of Summer". He was responsible, with John Murray, for burning Lord Byron's memoirs after his death. In his lifetime he was often referred to as Anacreon Moore...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 May 1779
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
spring autumn rubies
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
wedding right-time right-thing
This is the right time, and this is the right thing.
sympathy pain memories
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
summer flower rose
T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
fda goose
Wow, I got goose bumps. It's really appropriate the FDA acted.
awake nature
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
breeze buds delicious dies gardening others secret sunlight themselves timid wake
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
friendship love valentines-day
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
brings days fond memory saint-patrick's-day
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
half irish-poet life sweet
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
seas
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
became gave glimpse random wreck wretched
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
fastidious
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
bring cannot heaven sympathy wounded
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.