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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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She had herself, last evening, sent
A winged messenger, whose flight
Through the clear, roseate element,
She watch'd till, lessening out of sight,
Far to the golden West it went,
Wafting to him, her distant love,
A missive in that language wrought
Which flowers can speak, when aptly wove,
Each hue a word, each leaf a thought.