Thomas Moore Quotes - Page 2
Thomas Moore (1835). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, Etc”, p.40
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Thomas Moore (1826). “The poetical Works”, p.27
Thomas Moore (1853). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Etc. [With a Portrait.]”, p.52
'Irish Melodies' (1807) 'The young May moon'
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
'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'