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• Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe
• Eyes of unholy blue. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- By that Lake whose gloomy Shore
• Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fudges in England, Letter iii...
• Revolutions are not made; they come. -- Wendell Phillips (1811-1884) -- Speech, Jan. 28, 1852
• The light that lies In woman's eyes. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Time I 've lost in wooing
• When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Come o'er the Sea...
• All that 's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleete
  All that 's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest....
• This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion give
  The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,-- There 's nothing true but Heaven....