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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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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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