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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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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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CORRUPTION, AND INTOLERANCE.
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THE SCEPTIC,
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TWOPENNY POST-BAG.
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SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS.
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IRISH MELODIES.
  
DEDICATION.
  
GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.
  
REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE.
  
ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES.
  
OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
  
WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE.
  
THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS.
  
FLY NOT YET.
  
OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.
  
THO' THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN WITH SORROW I SEE.
  
RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.
  
AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW.
  
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.
  
HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR.
  
TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE.
  
THE LEGACY.
  
HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED.
  
WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD.
  
EVELEEN'S BOWER.
  
LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD.
  
THE SONG OF FIONNUALA.
  
COME, SEND ROUND THE WINE.
  
SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
  
BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS.
  
ERIN, OH ERIN.
  
DRINK TO HER.
  
OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD.
  
WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S LIGHT.
  
ILL OMENS.
  
BEFORE THE BATTLE.
  
AFTER THE BATTLE.
  
'TIS SWEET TO THINK.
  
THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS.
  
ON MUSIC.
  
IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.
  
THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP.
  
LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM.
  
THE PRINCE'S DAY.
  
WEEP ON, WEEP ON.
  
LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE.
  
I SAW THY FORM IN YOUTHFUL PRIME.
  
BY THAT LAKE, WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
  
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.
  
NAY, TELL ME NOT, DEAR.
  
AVENGING AND BRIGHT.
  
WHAT THE BEE IS TO THE FLOWERET.
  
LOVE AND THE NOVICE.
  
THIS LIFE IS ALL CHEQUER'D WITH PLEASURES AND WOES.
  
OH THE SHAMROCK.
  
AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT.
  
ONE BUMPER AT PARTING.
  
'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
  
THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
  
THE MINSTREL-BOY.
  
THE SONG OF O'RUARK, PRINCE OF BREFFNI.
  
OH! HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE OF OUR OWN.
  
FAREWELL!—BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR.
  
OH! DOUBT ME NOT.
  
YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.
  
I'D MOURN THE HOPES.
  
COME O'ER THE SEA.
  
HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED.
  
NO, NOT MORE WELCOME.
  
WHEN FIRST I MET THEE.
  
WHILE HISTORY'S MUSE.
  
THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING.
  
WHERE IS THE SLAVE.
  
COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM.
  
'TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER.
  
I SAW FROM THE BEACH.
  
FILL THE BUMPER FAIR.
  
DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY.
  
MY GENTLE HARP.
  
IN THE MORNING OF LIFE.
  
AS SLOW OUR SHIP.
  
WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH.
  
REMEMBER THEE.
  
WREATH THE BOWL.
  
WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.
  
IF THOU'LT BE MINE.
  
TO LADIES' EYES.
  
FORGET NOT THE FIELD.
  
THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.
  
OH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!
  
ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.
  
NE'ER ASK THE HOUR.
  
SAIL ON, SAIL ON.
  
THE PARALLEL.
  
DRINK OF THIS CUP.
  
THE FORTUNE-TELLER.
  
OH, YE DEAD!
  
O'DONOHUE'S MISTRESS.
  
ECHO.
  
OH BANQUET NOT.
  
THEE, THEE, ONLY THEE.
  
SHALL THE HARP THEN BE SILENT.
  
OH, THE SIGHT ENTRANCING.
  
SWEET INNISFALLEN.
  
'TWAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS.
  
FAIREST! PUT ON AWHILE.
  
QUICK! WE HAVE BUT A SECOND.
  
AND DOTH NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS.
  
THE MOUNTAIN SPRITE.
  
AS VANQUISH'D ERIN.
  
DESMOND'S SONG.
  
THEY KNOW NOT MY HEART.
  
I WISH I WAS BY THAT DIM LAKE.
  
SHE SUNG OF LOVE.
  
SING—SING—MUSIC WAS GIVEN.
  
THOUGH HUMBLE THE BANQUET.
  
SING, SWEET HARP.
  
SONG OF THE BATTLE EVE.
  
THE WANDERING BARD.
  
ALONE IN CROWDS TO WANDER ON.
  
I'VE A SECRET TO TELL THEE.
  
SONG OF INNISFAIL.
  
THE NIGHT DANCE.
  
THERE ARE SOUNDS OF MIRTH.
  
OH! ARRANMORE, LOVED ARRANMORE.
  
LAY HIS SWORD BY HIS SIDE.
  
OH, COULD WE DO WITH THIS WORLD OF OURS.
  
THE WINE-CUP IS CIRCLING.
  
THE DREAM OF THOSE DAYS.
  
FROM THIS HOUR THE PLEDGE IS GIVEN.
  
SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS.
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NATIONAL AIRS.
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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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HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.
And, as I watch the line of light, that plays
Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west,
I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
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