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Birds
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The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
-Thomas Moore, Oh That I had Wings
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Creativity
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If we were to bring creativity down to earth, it would not have to be reserved for exceptional individuals or identified with brilliance. In ordinary life creativity means making something for the soul out of every experience.
-Thomas Moore, Care Of The Soul
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Crying
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It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
-Thomas Moore
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Dreams
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Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet,
When absent souls in fancy meet.
-Thomas Moore, from: To Julia
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Flowers
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'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone; all her lovely companions are faded and gone.
-Thomas Moore
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Home
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The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.
-Thomas Moore
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Law
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I would uphold the law if for no other reason but to protect myself.
-Thomas Moore
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Marriage
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A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a rou? to retire upon.
-Thomas Moore
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Singing
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The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain
could not break his proud soul under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
for he tore its chords asunder,
And said, No chains shall sully thee,
thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free;
they shall never sound in slav'ry.
-Thomas Moore, The Minstrel Boy
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Books by and about Thomas Moore