I Give Thee All,--I Can No More, Though Poor The Off'ring Be
I give thee all,--I can no more,
Though poor the off'ring be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
-- My Heart and Lute
As still to the star of its worship, though clouded
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee....
With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.
-- Book of Common Prayer -- Solemnization of Matrimony...
I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Come, rest in this Bosom...
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Remember Thee...
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea
But before I go, Tom Moore, Here 's a double health to thee!...
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee....
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- If Thou would 'st have Me sing and play...
Khan: "No! No, you can't get away! 'From hell's heart, I stab at thee.
For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.'" -- "STII:TWOK", Stardate 8130.4...
I am Khan of Borg. From hell's heart I assimilate thee..