All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
About Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore (28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852), also known as Tom Moore, was an Irish writer, poet, and lyricist celebrated for his Irish Melodies. His setting of English-language verse to old Irish tunes marked the transition in popular Irish culture from Irish to English.
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A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a rougue to retire upon.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double allowance.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Education is not the piling on of learning, information, data, facts, skills, or abilities – that’s training or instruction – but is rather making visible what is hidden as a seed.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
True change takes place in the imagination.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Wisdom and deep intelligence require an honest appreciation of mystery.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Those who plot the destruction of others often perish in the attempt.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
This is the right time, and this is the right thing.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
Irish poet, singer and songwriter (1779-1852)