Quote#Love
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they
Quote byThomas Moore · 1779–1852
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Irish Melodies (1807–1834), In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, st. 2.
English (original)
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
— 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!