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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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FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE.
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RHYMES ON THE ROAD,
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
OCCASIONAL EPILOGUE,
  
EXTRACT FROM A PROLOGUE WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE AUTHOR, AT THE OPENING OF THE KILKENNY THEATRE, OCTOBER, 1809.
  
THE SYLPH'S BALL.
  
REMONSTRANCE.
  
MY BIRTH-DAY.
  
FANCY.
  
FANNY, DEAREST!
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TRANSLATIONS FROM CATULLUS.
  
TIBULLUS TO SULPICIA.
  
IMITATION FROM THE FRENCH.
  
INVITATION TO DINNER,
  
VERSES TO THE POET CRABBE'S INKSTAND.
  
TO CAROLINE, VISCOUNTESS VALLETORT.
  
A SPECULATION.
  
TO MY MOTHER.
  
LOVE AND HYMEN.
  
LINES ON THE ENTRY OF THE AUSTRIANS INTO NAPLES, 1821.
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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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SONG.

[The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove]

The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove
Is fair—but oh, how fair,
If Pity's hand had stol'n from Love
One leaf to mingle there!
If every rose with gold were tied,
Did gems for dewdrops fall,
One faded leaf where Love had sigh'd
Were sweetly worth them all.
The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove
Our emblem well may be;
Its bloom is yours, but hopeless Love
Must keep its tears for me.
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