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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.

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.

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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.

POLITICAL AND SATIRICAL POEMS.

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THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS.

I.

LETTER I. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ---, OF CLONKILTY, IN IRELAND.

II.

LETTER II. FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO THE LORD VISCOUNT C*ST---R---GH.

III.

LETTER III. FROM MR. BOB FUDGE TO RICHARD ---, ESQ.

IV.

LETTER IV. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO ---.

V.

LETTER V. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ---.

VI.

LETTER VI. FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO HIS BROTHER TIM FUDGE, ESQ. BARRISTER AT LAW.

VII.

LETTER VII. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO ------.

VIII.

LETTER VIII. FROM MR. BOB FUDGE TO RICHARD ---, ESQ.

IX.

LETTER IX. FROM PHIL. FUDGE, ESQ. TO THE LORD VISCOUNT C*ST---GH.

X.

LETTER X. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ---.

XI.

LETTER XI. FROM PHELIM CONNOR TO ---.

XII.

LETTER XII. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE TO MISS DOROTHY ------.

FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE.

RHYMES ON THE ROAD,

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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So rich upon the ear had grown
Her voice's melody—its tone
Gathering new courage, as it found
An echo in each bosom round—
That, ere the nymph, with downcast eye
Still on the chords, her lute laid by,
“Another Song,” all lips exclaim'd,
And each some matchless favourite named;
While blushing, as her fingers ran
O'er the sweet chords, she thus began:—