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• Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me
  The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoke...
• When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- When Twilight Dew...
• Eyes of unholy blue. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- By that Lake whose gloomy Shore
• Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt.
  But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds....
• Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
• There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Meeting of the Wate...
• I have done the state some service, and they know 't.
  No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am...
• Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• You're in the banquet hall.