Quote#Love
Fly not yet; 't is just the hour
Quote byThomas Moore · 1779–1852
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Fly not yet..
English (original)
Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
— Thomas Moore
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Just as the mind the erring sense believes, The erring mind, in turn, the sense deceives.
Self is the medium thro' which Judgment's ray Can seldom pass without being turned astray.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!
Patience lingers o'er the weedy shore, And, mutely waiting till the storm be o'er, Turns to young Hope, who still directs his eye To some blue spot, just breaking in the sky!