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• My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea
  But before I go, Tom Moore, Here 's a double health to thee!...
• There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Meeting of the Wate...
• A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Intercepted Letters, Letter vi...
• 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...
• 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....
• Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- On the Death of Sherida...
• I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Oft in the Stilly Nigh...
• 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...