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• Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe
• As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
• But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Paradise and the Peri...
• 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!...
• One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Paradise and the Peri...
• You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hou...
• 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...
• Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Remember Thee...
• As still to the star of its worship, though clouded
  The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee....