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
wedding soulmate flames
A soulmate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communicating and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace.
time garden long
Let me define a garden as the meeting of raw nature and the human imagination in which both seek the fulfillment of their beauty. Every sign indicates that nature wants us and wishes for collaboration with us, just as we long for nature to be fulfilled in us. If our original state was to live in a garden, as Adam and Eve did, then a garden signals our absolute origins as well as our condition of eternity, while life outside the garden is time and temporality.
spiritual real angel
[Angels] guide us to become spiritual people for the pleasure of it... because the spiritual life itself has a great deal of beauty and real satisfaction, even pleasure. And this is what the soul needs.
blessing rivers knowing
We let a river shower its banks with a spirit that invades the people living there, and we protect that river, knowing that without its blessings the people have no source of soul.
mothers-day mom heart
This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!
men sea forever
It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back.
sun stains chastity
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.
dream sweet spring
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake! - the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
time memories past
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
sweet flower passion
Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.
memorial-day eye soul
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...
opportunity winning firsts
A philosopher being asked what was the first thing necessary to win the love of a woman, answered, Opportunity!
distance home garden
A few moments of silence may be all the meditation we need at times. Our homes could have a little space for withdrawal and quiet, and even a small garden could offer some distance from noise.
time memories past
The past, the future: - two eternities!