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
brings days fond memory saint-patrick's-day
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
crises difficult divorce downs events failure family felt full imagine itself kinds life major memory minor nourishing places success tied ups
Family life is full of major and minor crises -- the ups and downs of health, success and failure in career, marriage, and divorce -- and all kinds of characters. It is tied to places and events and histories. With all of these felt details, life etches itself into memory and personality. It's difficult to imagine anything more nourishing to the soul.
shrinking steals violets
Steals timidly away, shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
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Some of the situations that they would be useful in would be during search and rescue operations, ... The camera basically picks up heat information and shows us where it's emitting on the screen inside the patrol car.
taught
My only books, / Were Woman's looks, / And Folly's all they taught me.
I was the leader. I was also the follower.
lies
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.
though
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
taught
My only books were woman's looks, and folly's all they've taught me.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
ships
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
bondage disguise women
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
ask reverse sure whatever
Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.
bring cannot heaven sympathy wounded
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.