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• To Greece we give our shining blades.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Evenings in Greece, First Evening...
• Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Those evening Bell...
• And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Ill Ome...
• Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt.
  But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds....
• And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Oh think not my Spirits are always as ligh...
• Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are!
  From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains....
• 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....
• 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....
• Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Dream of Home...