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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Thomas Moore. (1779–1852) (continued)
 
5417
    Though an angel should write, still ’t is devils must print.
          The Fudges in England. Letter iii.
5418
    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.
          Fly not yet.
5419
    Oh stay! oh stay!
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that oh ’t is pain
  To break its links so soon.
          Fly not yet.
5420
    When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?
          Fly not yet.
5421
    And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers
  Is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
          Oh think not my Spirits are always as light.
5422
    Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
          Rich and rare were the Gems she wore.
5423
    There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
          The Meeting of the Waters.
5424
    Oh, weep for the hour
When to Eveleen’s bower
The lord of the valley with false vows came.
          Eveleen’s Bower.
5425
    Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
          Come, send round the Wine.
5426
    No, the heart that has truly lov’d never forgets,
  But as truly loves on to the close;
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
  The same look which she turn’d when he rose.
          Believe me, if all those endearing young Charms.