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Thomas Moore Quotes - Page 2

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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.

Thomas Moore (1853). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Etc. [With a Portrait.]”, p.52

To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!

Thomas Moore (1850). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore”, p.55

This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!

Thomas Moore (1872). “The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes”, p.570

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth.

Thomas Moore (1850). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore”, p.177

T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.

'Irish Melodies' (1807) "Tis the last rose of summer'

Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.

'Irish Melodies' (1807) 'Rich and rare were the gems she wore'