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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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LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE.

Lesbia hath a beaming eye,
But no one knows for whom it beameth;
Right and left its arrows fly,
But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon
My Nora's lid that seldom rises;
Few its looks, but every one,
Like unexpected light, surprises!
Oh, my Nora Creina, dear,
My gentle, bashful Nora Creina,
Beauty lies
In many eyes,
But Love in yours, my Nora Creina.
Lesbia wears a robe of gold,
But all so close the nymph hath lac'd it,
Not a charm of beauty's mould
Presumes to stay where nature plac'd it.
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Oh! my Nora's gown for me,
That floats as wild as mountain breezes,
Leaving every beauty free
To sink or swell as Heaven pleases.
Yes, my Nora Creina, dear,
My simple, graceful Nora Creina,
Nature's dress
Is loveliness—
The dress you wear, my Nora Creina.
Lesbia hath a wit refin'd,
But, when its points are gleaming round us,
Who can tell if they're design'd
To dazzle merely, or to wound us?
Pillow'd on my Nora's heart,
In safer slumber Love reposes—
Bed of peace! whose roughest part
Is but the crumpling of the roses.
Oh! my Nora Creina dear,
My mild, my artless Nora Creina!
Wit, tho' bright,
Hath no such light,
As warms your eyes, my Nora Creina.
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