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• Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,-- One minute of heaven is worth them all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Paradise and the Peri...
• One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Paradise and the Peri...
• Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
• To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- I saw thy Form...
• Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Light of the Harem...
• Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• Where bastard Freedom waves The fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- To the Lord Viscount Forbes, written from the City of Washingto...
• All that 's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleete
  All that 's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest....
• 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...