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• There 's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Lalla Rookh, The Veiled Prophet of Khorassa...
• 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....
• It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard
  It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word....
• I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- I 'd be a Butterfly...
• Talent goes where the action is. -- Bower's Law
• Bower's Law: Talent goes where the action is.
• Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay
  I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away....
• Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Anacreontic...
• 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...