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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes
Moore, Thomas (1779-1852)
  
[dedication]

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VOL. I., VOL. II. ODES OF ANACREON. JUVENILE POEMS. POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA.
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JUVENILE POEMS.
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POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA.
  
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TO LORD VISCOUNT STRANGFORD.
  
STANZAS.
  
TO THE FLYING-FISH.
  
TO MISS MOORE.
  
THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP.
  
TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
  
TO GEORGE MORGAN, ESQ. OF NORFOLK, VIRGINIA.
  
LINES, WRITTEN IN A STORM AT SEA.
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ODES TO NEA;
  
TO JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.
  
THE STEERMAN'S SONG,
  
TO THE FIRE-FLY.
  
TO THE LORD VISCOUNT FORBES.
  
TO THOMAS HUME, ESQ. M.D.
  
LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING PHILADELPHIA.
  
LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWK RIVER.
  
SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.
  
TO THE HONOURABLE W. R. SPENCER.
  
BALLAD STANZAS.
  
A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
  
TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE RAWDON.
  
IMPROMPTU, AFTER A VISIT TO MRS. ---, OF MONTREAL.
  
WRITTEN ON PASSING DEADMAN'S ISLAND ,
  
TO THE BOSTON FRIGATE ,
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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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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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IMPROMPTU, AFTER A VISIT TO MRS. ---, OF MONTREAL.

'Twas but for a moment—and yet in that time
She crowded th' impressions of many an hour:
Her eye had a glow, like the sun of her clime,
Which wak'd every feeling at once into flower.
Oh! could we have borrow'd from Time but a day,
To renew such impressions again and again,
The things we should look and imagine and say
Would be worth all the life we had wasted till then.
What we had not the leisure or language to speak,
We should find some more spiritual mode of revealing,
And, between us, should feel just as much in a week
As others would take a millennium in feeling.
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