When Time Who Steals Our Years Away Shall Steal Our Pleasures Too, The Mem'ry Of The Past Will Stay, And Half Our Joys Renew.
When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
-- Song, From Juvenile Poems
Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- A Canadian Boat-Song...
And when with envy Time, transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You 'll in your girls again be courted, And I 'll go wooing in my boys.
-- Thomas Percy (1728-1811) -- Winifreda (1720)...
Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and du
Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days....
And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Young May Moo...
Men spend their lives in anticipations, in determining to be vastly happy at some period when they have time.
But the present time has one advantage over every other - it is our own....
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Come, send round the Wine...
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...
Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life
There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake-- It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife"-- "Why, so it is, father--whose wife shall I take?...
Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree, It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free....