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• Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe
• Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
• Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fire-Worshippe...
• Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fudges in England, Letter iii...
• What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. -- Thomas Moore
• You are heading for a land of sunshine.
• A smile is the sunshine that is a part of life.
• Catifornia: The sunshine State for cats...
• Portland - Land of liquid sunshine !