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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes

Moore, Thomas (1779-1852)

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I, II.

VOL. I., VOL. II. ODES OF ANACREON. JUVENILE POEMS. POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA.

JUVENILE POEMS.

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POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA.

TO LORD VISCOUNT STRANGFORD.

TO THE FLYING-FISH.

THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP.

TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.

TO GEORGE MORGAN, ESQ. OF NORFOLK, VIRGINIA.

LINES, WRITTEN IN A STORM AT SEA.

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[Nay, tempt me not to love again]

[I pray you, let us roam no more]

[You read it in these spell-bound eyes]

A DREAM OF ANTIQUITY.

[Well—peace to thy heart, though another's it be]

[If I were yonder wave, my dear]

THE SNOW SPIRIT.

[I stole along the flowery bank]

A STUDY FROM THE ANTIQUE.

[There's not a look, a word of thine]

TO JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.

THE STEERMAN'S SONG,

TO THE FIRE-FLY.

TO THE LORD VISCOUNT FORBES.

TO THOMAS HUME, ESQ. M.D.

LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING PHILADELPHIA.

LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWK RIVER.

SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.

TO THE HONOURABLE W. R. SPENCER.

BALLAD STANZAS.

A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.

TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE RAWDON.

IMPROMPTU, AFTER A VISIT TO MRS. ---, OF MONTREAL.

WRITTEN ON PASSING DEADMAN'S ISLAND ,

TO THE BOSTON FRIGATE ,

III, IV.

VOL. III., VOL. IV. CORRUPTION AND INTOLERANCE. THE SCEPTIC. TWOPENNY POST-BAG. SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS. IRISH MELODIES. NATIONAL AIRS. SACRED SONGS.

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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COME NOT, OH LORD.

[_]

(Air.—Haydn.)

Come not, oh Lord, in the dread robe of splendour
Thou wor'st on the Mount, in the day of thine ire;
Come veil'd in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender,
Which Mercy flings over thy features of fire!

Lord, thou rememb'rest the night, when thy Nation
Stood fronting her Foe by the red-rolling stream;
O'er Egypt thy pillar shed dark desolation,
While Israel bask'd all the night in its beam.

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So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee,
From us, in thy mercy, the dark side remove;
While shrouded in terrors the guilty behold Thee,
Oh, turn upon us the mild light of thy Love!

“And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel; and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light by night to these.” —Exod. xiv. 20.