Thomas Moore
Poet and songwriter, 1779-1852
Cited as Moore. — 19 quotations
Delve
The very tigers from their delves Look out.
Disconsolate
One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate.
Grace
The Graces love to weave the rose.
Heartstring
Sobbing, as if a heartstring broke.
Inhabit
O, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
Job
Authors of all work, to job for the season.
Mooring
And the tossed bark in moorings swings.
Rapid
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Shriek
She shrieked his name To the dark woods.
Spellwork
Like those Peri isles of light That hang by spellwork in the air.
Statesman
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.
Still
As sunshine, broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still.
Stilly
The stilly hour when storms are gone.
Surfy
Scarce had they cleared the surfy waves That foam around those frightful caves.
Take
I know not why, but there was a something in those half-seen features, -- a charm in the very shadow that hung over their imagined beauty, -- which took me more than all the outshining loveliness of her companions.
Under
The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under.
Wilderment
And snatched her breathless from beneath This wilderment of wreck and death.
Wing
There's not an arrow wings the sky But fancy turns its point to him.
Yankee-Doodle
We might have withheld our political noodles From knocking their heads against hot Yankee-Doodles.