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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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.
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A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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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.
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It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
fastidious
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
bring cannot heaven sympathy wounded
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
bondage disguise women
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
ships
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
taught
My only books were woman's looks, and folly's all they've taught me.
though
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.