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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6aa63b9 | The tribute most high to a head that is royal,Is love from a heart that loves liberty too. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 107491a | Eyes of unholy blue. | Thomas Moore | ||
| c502bf3 | And the best of all waysIs to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! | Thomas Moore | ||
| 19c4712 | No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound usAll earth forgot, and all heaven around us. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 63c94c9 | The light that liesHas been my heart's undoing. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 4f2ca9a | My only booksAnd folly's all they've taught me. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 2b9c745 | Accurst is the march of that gloryWhich treads o'er the hearts of the free. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 2d5d625 | Man for his gloryIs told in her eyes. | Thomas Moore | ||
| d4aa597 | This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,The past, the future,--two eternities! | Thomas Moore | ||
| ef7245c | But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fastTo some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 129dd2e | Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,But the trail of the serpent is over them all. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 1b9649a | But the trail of the serpent is over them all. | Thomas Moore | ||
| f4c2a2c | Paradise itself were dimAnd joyless, if not shared with him! | Thomas Moore | ||
| 475ec42 | It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 530a6cb | Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,But turn to ashes on the lips. | Thomas Moore | ||
| fe0593d | Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 9c75e4a | As sunshine broken in the rill,Though turned astray, is sunshine still. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 8141a27 | Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 1b80a3e | Love on through all ills, and love on till they die. | Thomas Moore | ||
| fed2f5b | And oh if there be an Elysium on earth,It is this, it is this! | Thomas Moore | ||
| 3ecea05 | Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,I 'll taste the luxury of woe. | Thomas Moore | ||
| ac85fcb | Where bastard Freedom wavesThe fustian flag in mockery over slaves. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 44b9ab7 | How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? | Thomas Moore | ||
| 02636a9 | Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,The rapids are near, and the daylight's past. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 9984ed1 | There was a little man, and he had a little soul;And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! | Thomas Moore | ||
| 85ee32d | Who ranThrough each mode of the lyre, and was master of all. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 9338213 | Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright,Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 9b01c17 | Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 689e7fa | Oh, weep for the hourThe lord of the valley with false vows came. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 668ccd4 | Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my sideIn the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? | Thomas Moore | ||
| 44876a5 | The moon looks"The brook can see no moon but this." | Thomas Moore | ||
| 74375c3 | And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,The maiden herself will steal after it soon. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 6cb2cdb | To live with them is far less sweetThan to remember thee. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 896293f | I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart,I but know that I love thee whatever thou art. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 8493da8 | To live and die in scenes like this,With some we 've left behind us. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 06089cd | A friendship that like love is warm;A love like friendship, steady. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 8251fd1 | To Greece we give our shining blades. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 56503aa | Humility, that low, sweet rootFrom which all heavenly virtues shoot. | Thomas Moore | ||
| 7d1f052 | See me safe up: for in my coming down, I can shift for myself. | Thomas More | ||
| 4a4dc15 | I die the king's faithful servant, and God's first. | Thomas More | ||
| fc935bf | This hath not offended the king. | Thomas More | ||
| f94e18e | If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable. | Thomas More | ||
| 64f458d | I eat well, and I drink well, and I sleep well—but that's all. | Thomas Morton (playwright) | ||
| 9e7ebc4 | Cricket is an ancient pastime; it ripened sweetly, it has endured noblt. | Thomas Moult |