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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.
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NATIONAL AIRS.
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SACRED SONGS.
  
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THOU ART, O GOD.
  
THE BIRD, LET LOOSE.
  
FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
  
WHO IS THE MAID?
  
THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW.
  
OH THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR.
  
WEEP NOT FOR THOSE.
  
THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE.
  
SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL.
  
GO, LET ME WEEP.
  
COME NOT, OH LORD.
  
WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY'S TEARS.
  
AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS.
  
BUT WHO SHALL SEE
  
ALMIGHTY GOD!
  
OH FAIR! OH PUREST!
  
ANGEL OF CHARITY.
  
BEHOLD THE SUN.
  
LORD, WHO SHALL BEAR THAT DAY.
  
OH, TEACH ME TO LOVE THEE.
  
WEEP, CHILDREN OF ISRAEL.
  
LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE.
  
COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.
  
AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME.
  
THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.
  
SINCE FIRST THY WORD.
  
HARK! 'TIS THE BREEZE.
  
WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED?
  
HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S WING.
  
GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.
  
IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER.
  
WAR AGAINST BABYLON.
  
THE SUMMER FÊTE.
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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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THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW.

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(Air.—Stevenson.)

This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow—
There's nothing true but Heaven!
And false the light on Glory's plume,
As fading hues of Even;
And Love and Hope, and Beauty's bloom,
Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb—
There's nothing bright but Heaven!
Poor wanderers of a stormy day,
From wave to wave we're driven,
And Fancy's flash, and Reason's ray,
Serve but to light the troubled way—
There's nothing calm but Heaven!
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