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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes

Moore, Thomas (1779-1852)

I, II.

VOL. I., VOL. II. ODES OF ANACREON. JUVENILE POEMS. POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA.

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III, IV.

VOL. III., VOL. IV. CORRUPTION AND INTOLERANCE. THE SCEPTIC. TWOPENNY POST-BAG. SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS. IRISH MELODIES. NATIONAL AIRS. SACRED SONGS.

CORRUPTION, AND INTOLERANCE.

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TWOPENNY POST-BAG.

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INTERCEPTED LETTERS, &c.

I.

LETTER I. FROM THE PR*NC*SS CH*RL*E OF W*L*S TO THE LADY B*RB---A ASHL*Y.

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II.

LETTER II. FROM COLONEL M'M---H---N TO G---LD FR---NC---S L---CKIE, ESQ.

III.

LETTER III. FROM G---GE PR---CE R*G---T TO THE E--- OF Y---TH.

IV.

LETTER IV. FROM THE RIGHT HON. P*TR*CK D---GEN---N TO THE RIGHT HON. SIR J*HN N*CH*L.

V.

LETTER V. FROM THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF C*RK TO LADY ------.

VI.

LETTER VI. FROM ABDALLAH , IN LONDON, TO MOHASSAN, IN ISPAHAN.

VII.

LETTER VII. FROM MESSRS. L---CK---GT---N AND CO. TO ------, ESQ.

VIII.

LETTER VIII. FROM COLONEL TH*M*S TO ------ SK*FF*NGT*N, ESQ.

SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS.

IRISH MELODIES.

V.

VOL. V. EVENINGS IN GREECE. BALLADS, SONGS, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, ETC. ETC.

VI, VII.

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.

VIII, IX.

VOL. VIII., VOL. IX THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS. THE FUDGES IN ENGLAND. MISCELLANEOUS.

X.

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.