Edward Moore Quotes
Edward Moore's verses feel poetic and wistful, inviting readers who love youthful imagination and quiet beauty.
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I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
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'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
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Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?
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The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
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But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
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Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
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Labour for his pains.
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I think when you're blessed with great influences, you need to spread it.