28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
Alone In Crowds To Wander On
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roué to retire upon.
Thomas Moore (1779-1852), Irish poet. quoted by Lord Byron in a letter, Jan. 16, 1814. Byron's Letters and Journals, vol. 4 (1975).
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
Thomas Moore (1779-1852), Irish poet. "Prologue No. 2," Lalla Rookh.
18 Jun 12:33
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02 Jun 04:39
looking for poem Oh Call It By Some Better Name by Thomas Moore
23 Nov 2016 07:38
I've throughly enjoyed a number of poems from this extremely apt poem, who shares a lot from which to learn.