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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.

TWOPENNY POST-BAG.

SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS.

IRISH MELODIES.

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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

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.

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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SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL.

MIRIAM'S SONG.

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(Air.—Avison. )

“And Miriam, the Prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand; and all the women went out after her, with timbrels and with dances.” —Exod xv 20.

Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah has triumph'd—his people are free.
Sing—for the pride of the Tyrant is broken,
His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave—
How vain was their boast, for the Lord hath but spoken,
And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
Jehovah has triumph'd—his people are free.

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Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord!
His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword.—
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story
Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride?
For the Lord hath look'd out from his pillar of glory ,
And all her brave thousands are dash'd in the tide.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea,
Jehovah has triumph'd—his people are free!

I have so much altered the character of this air, which is from the beginning of one of Avison's old-fashioned concertos, that, without this acknowledgment, it could hardly, I think, be recognized.

“And it came to pass, that, in the morning watch, the Lord looked unto the host of the Egyptians, through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians.” —Exod. xiv. 24.