Frases de Thomas Moore

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“Si la humanidad no renuncia inmediatamente y para siempre a su sueño vano, insensato y fatal de justicia, el mundo caerá en la barbarie.”

“Pedir el consejo de una mujer y, si ella lo aconseja,
 Haz lo contrario y estás seguro de ser sabio.”

“Aquellos corazones que anteriormente latían con osadía por la alabanza, ahora sienten que hasta han perdido el pulso.”

“Mi definición pura de la poesía: algo que el poeta crea fuera de su propia personalidad.”

“Siempre hay un verdadero camino y otro equivocado; y el equivocado siempre parece el más verdadero.”

“Ricas y raras eran las gemas que llevaba.
Y un anillo de oro brillante en su varita que llevaba.”

“A Grecia le damos nuestras espadas brillantes.”

“Nos puede ayudar, en esos tiempos difíciles, a recordar que el amor no es solo una relación, sino que también es un asunto del alma.”

“The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.”

“I give thee all,—I can no more,
Though poor the off'ring be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.”

“Humility, that low, sweet root
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.”

“T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee
Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.”

“The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.”

“Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!”

“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,
Like ships that have gone down at sea
When heaven was all tranquillity.”

“Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,
But turn to ashes on the lips.”

“To Greece we give our shining blades.”

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

“What though youth gave love and roses,
Age still leaves us friends and wine.”

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

“Life is a waste of wearisome hours
Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.”

“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.”

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

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

“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.”

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

“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?”

“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.”

“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.”

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

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

“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!”

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

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

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

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

“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.”