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• Oh joy! Oh rapture!
• 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...
• When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why
  To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by....
• And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Light of the Harem...
• Oh, so there you are!
• For oh! so wildly do I love him That paradise itself were dim And joyless, if not shared with him.
  -- Moore...
• Oh God, I'm so depressed...
• Oh, I'm so happy for you!