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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes
Moore, Thomas (1779-1852)
  
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VOL. I., VOL. II. ODES OF ANACREON. JUVENILE POEMS. POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA.
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VOL. III., VOL. IV. CORRUPTION AND INTOLERANCE. THE SCEPTIC. TWOPENNY POST-BAG. SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS. IRISH MELODIES. NATIONAL AIRS. SACRED SONGS.
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VOL. V. EVENINGS IN GREECE. BALLADS, SONGS, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, ETC. ETC.
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VOL. VI., VOL. VII. LALLA ROOKH. POLITICAL AND SATIRICAL POEMS. THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS. FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE. RHYMES ON THE ROAD. AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
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LALLA ROOKH.
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POLITICAL AND SATIRICAL POEMS.
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THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS.
  
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LETTER I. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ---, OF CLONKILTY, IN IRELAND.
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LETTER II. FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO THE LORD VISCOUNT C*ST---R---GH.
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LETTER III. FROM MR. BOB FUDGE TO RICHARD ---, ESQ.
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LETTER IV. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO ---.
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LETTER V. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ---.
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LETTER VI. FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO HIS BROTHER TIM FUDGE, ESQ. BARRISTER AT LAW.
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LETTER VII. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO ------.
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LETTER VIII. FROM MR. BOB FUDGE TO RICHARD ---, ESQ.
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LETTER IX. FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO THE LORD VISCOUNT C*ST---GH.
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LETTER X. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ---.
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LETTER XI. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO ---.
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LETTER XII. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ------.
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FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE.
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RHYMES ON THE ROAD,
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
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VOL. VIII., VOL. IX THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS. THE FUDGES IN ENGLAND. MISCELLANEOUS.
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VOL. X. THE EPICUREAN. ALCIPHRON.

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The timid girl now hung her head,
And, as she turn'd an upward glance,
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I saw a doubt its twilight spread
Across her brow's divine expanse.
Just then, the garland's brightest rose
Gave one of its love-breathing sighs—
Oh! who can ask how Fanny chose,
That ever look'd in Fanny's eyes?
“The Wreath, my life, the Wreath shall be
“The tie to bind my soul to thee.”
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