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Thomas Moore was an Irish poet, singer, songwriter, and entertainer, now best remembered for the lyrics of "The Minstrel Boy" and "The Last Rose of Summer". As Lord Byron's named literary executor, along with John Murray, Moore was responsible for burning Lord Byron's memoirs after his death. In his lifetime he was often referred to as Anacreon Moore.From a relatively early age, Moore showed an interest in music and other performing arts. He sometimes appeared in musical plays with his friends, such as The Poor Soldier by John O'Keeffe , and at one point had ambitions to become an actor. Moore attended several Dublin schools including Samuel Whyte's English Grammar School in Grafton Street where he learned the English accent with which he spoke for the rest of his life. In 1795 he graduated from Trinity College, which had recently allowed entry to Catholic students, in an effort to fulfill his mother's dream of his becoming a lawyer. Moore was initially a good student, but he later put less effort into his studies. His time at Trinity came amidst the ongoing turmoil following the French Revolution, and a number of his fellow students such as Robert Emmet were supporters of the United Irishmen movement, although Moore himself never was a member. This movement sought support from the French government to launch a revolution in Ireland. In 1798 a rebellion broke out followed by a French invasion, neither of which succeeded.

Besides Emmet, another formative influence was Edward Hudson, also a fellow student at Trinity College, who played a crucial role in introducing Moore to Edward Bunting's A General Collection of the Ancient Irish Music , later one of the main sources of his own collection of Irish Melodies. Wikipedia

✵ 28. May 1779 – 25. February 1852

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Thomas Moore Quotes

“To Greece we give our shining blades.”

Evenings in Greece, First Evening.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“All that's bright must fade,—
The brightest and the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made,
But to be lost when sweetest.”

"All that's Bright Must Fade" (Indian Air), National Airs (1823).

“Who ran
Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.”

On the Death of Sheridan.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,—
There's nothing true but Heaven.”

This World is all a fleeting Show.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“To live with them is far less sweet
Than to remember thee.”

I saw thy Form.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Oh, call it by some better name,
For friendship sounds too cold.”

Ballads and Songs. Oh, Call It by Some Better Name, st. 1.

“Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower
But 't was the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
And love me, it was sure to die.”

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part V-VIII: The Fire-Worshippers

“And oh if there be an Elysium on earth,
It is this, it is this!”

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part IX: The Light of the Harem

“Who has not felt how sadly sweet
The dream of home, the dream of home,
Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet,
When far o'er sea or land we roam?”

The Dream of Home.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.”

Song, from Juvenile Poems.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“When twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,
I watch the star whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.”

When Twilight Dews.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright,
Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.”

On the Death of Sheridan.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
I 'll taste the luxury of woe.”

Anacreontic.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime!”

Those evening Bells.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.”

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part I-III: The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan

“The moon looks
On many brooks,
"The brook can see no moon but this."”

While gazing on the Moon's Light.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.”

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part IV: Paradise and the Peri

“When thus the heart is in a vein
Of tender thought, the simplest strain
Can touch it with peculiar power.”

Evenings in Greece, First Evening.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Like a young eagle who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart
Which rank corruption destines for their heart.”

Corruption.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Oh stay! oh stay!
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain
To break its links so soon.”

Fly not yet.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,
First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.”

Remember Thee.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me!”

Go Where Glory Waits Thee, st. 1. <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!”

The Young May Moon, st. 1. <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.”

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, st. 2 <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“Accurst is the march of that glory
Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.”

Forget not the field where they perish'd, st. 4 <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“A Persian's heaven is easily made:
'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.”

Intercepted Letters; or The Two-Penny Post Bag, VI (1813).

“As sunshine broken in the rill,
Though turned astray, is sunshine still.”

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part V-VIII: The Fire-Worshippers

“It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.”

Thomas Moore book Lalla Rookh

Part VI http://books.google.com/books?id=HtQMAAAAYAAJ&q=%22it+is+only+to+the+happy+that+tears+are+a+luxury%22&pg=PA124#v=onepage. <br class="br"> Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part V-VIII: The Fire-Worshippers

“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!”

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part V-VIII: The Fire-Worshippers

“Paradise itself were dim
And joyless, if not shared with him!”

Part VI. <br class="br"> Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part V-VIII: The Fire-Worshippers

“And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.”

Oh Breathe Not His Name, st. 1. <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.”

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part IX: The Light of the Harem

“The tribute most high to a head that is royal,
Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.”

The Prince's Day, st. 2 <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.”

Oh Breathe Not His Name, st. 1. <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?”

Thomas Moore The Last Rose of Summer

The Last Rose of Summer.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Eyes of unholy blue.”

By That Lake Whose Gloomy Shore, st. 2. <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

“If you want to be successful you must look successful. ”

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