Eyes of unholy blue.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
-- By that Lake whose gloomy Shore
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
-- By that Lake whose gloomy Shore
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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... - 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... - A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made:
'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Intercepted Letters, Letter... - The light that lies
In woman's eyes.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
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The Time I 've lost in... - When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not... - To sigh, yet feel no pain;
To weep, yet scarce know why;
To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw... - 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... - I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And... - Oh for a tongue to curse the slave
Whose treason,
like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the...
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- Wise man see more from mountain top than fool from
bottom of well... - I brake for
chezlogs... - Be free and open and breezy! Enjoy!
Things won't get any better so you better get used... - The victor belongs to the spoils.
-- F.
Scott Fitzgerald (1896... - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line...
