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• And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Light of the Harem...
• Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love!
  Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied...
• A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- How shall I woo?...
• But there 's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Love's Young Dream...
• Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. -- Thomas Moore
• Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• 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...
• 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...