Maxioms by Thomas Moore
Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in read more
Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off.
Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop
About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food
Whose read more
Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop
About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food
Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood;
And those that under Araby's soft sun
Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.
I'm one of the undeserving poor . . . up ugen middle-class
morality all the time . . . read more
I'm one of the undeserving poor . . . up ugen middle-class
morality all the time . . . . What is middle-class morality?
Just an excuse for never giving me anything.
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, read more
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Then should some cloud pass over
The brow of sire or lover,
Think 'tis the shade
read more
Then should some cloud pass over
The brow of sire or lover,
Think 'tis the shade
By Victory made
Whose wings right o'er us hover!