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
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It's not meant for someone to swerve across the road and hit it (head on) at 35 miles an hour.
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No there's nothing half so sweet in lifeAs love's young dream.
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The Chrysler's got some real classic things in the history of photography - things that everyone would like to have - plus a lot of great contemporary work. And it's built that collection from virtually nothing into one that's world-class.
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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.
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What's important is finding out what works for you.
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Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...
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Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.
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The past, the future: - two eternities!
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Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.
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A philosopher being asked what was the first thing necessary to win the love of a woman, answered, Opportunity!
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In our prayer and meditation we hope for fulfilling ordinary life.
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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.
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This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!