Quote#Truth
When true hearts lie wither'd
Quote byThomas Moore · 1779–1852
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Irish Melodies (1807–1834), The Last Rose of Summer, st. 3..
English (original)
When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
— Thomas Moore
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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.
Just as the mind the erring sense believes, The erring mind, in turn, the sense deceives.
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!