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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.

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.

THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS.

THE FUDGES IN ENGLAND;

LETTER I. FROM PATRICK MAGAN, ESQ., TO THE REV. RICHARD ---, CURATE OF ---, IN IRELAND.

II.

LETTER II. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE, TO MRS. ELIZABETH ---.

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P.S.

EXTRACTS FROM MY DIARY.

III.

LETTER III. FROM MISS FANNY FUDGE, TO HER COUSIN, MISS KITTY ---.

IV.

LETTER IV. FROM PATRICK MAGAN, ESQ. TO THE REV. RICHARD ---.

LETTER V. FROM LARRY O'BRANIGAN, IN ENGLAND, TO HIS WIFE JUDY, AT MULLINAFAD.

VI.

LETTER VI. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE, TO MRS. ELIZABETH ---.

VII.

LETTER VII. FROM MISS FANNY FUDGE, TO HER COUSIN, MISS KITTY ---.

VIII.

LETTER VIII. FROM BOB FUDGE, ESQ., TO THE REV. MORTIMER O'MULLIGAN.

IX.

LETTER IX. FROM LARRY O'BRANIGAN, TO HIS WIFE JUDY.

LETTER X. FROM THE REV. MORTIMER O'MULLIGAN, TO THE REV. ------.

XI.

LETTER XI. FROM PATRICK MAGAN, ESQ., TO THE REV. RICHARD ---.

SONGS FROM M.P.;

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

VOL. X. THE EPICUREAN. ALCIPHRON.

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THE REVEREND PAMPHLETEER.

A ROMANTIC BALLAD.

Oh, have you heard what hap'd of late?
If not, come lend an ear,
While sad I state the piteous fate
Of the Reverend Pamphleteer.

All prais'd his skilful jockeyship,
Loud rung the Tory cheer,
While away, away, with spur and whip,
Went the Reverend Pamphleteer.

The nag he rode—how could it err?
'Twas the same that took, last year,
That wonderful jump to Exeter
With the Reverend Pamphleteer.

Set a beggar on horseback, wise men say,
The course he will take is clear;
And in that direction lay the way
Of the Reverend Pamphleteer.

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“Stop, stop,” said Truth, but vain her cry—
Left far away in the rear,
She heard but the usual gay “Good-by”
From her faithless Pamphleteer.

You may talk of the jumps of Homer's gods,
When cantering o'er our sphere—
I'd back for a bounce, 'gainst any odds,
This Reverend Pamphleteer.

But ah, what tumbles a jockey hath!
In the midst of his career,
A file of the Times lay right in the path
Of the headlong Pamphleteer.

Whether he tripp'd or shy'd thereat,
Doth not so clear appear:
But down he came, as his sermons flat—
This Reverend Pamphleteer!

Lord King himself could scarce desire
To see a spiritual Peer
Fall much more dead, in the dirt and mire,
Than did this Pamphleteer.

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Yet pitying parsons, many a day,
Shall visit his silent bier,
And, thinking the while of Stanhope, say
“Poor dear old Pamphleteer!

“He has finish'd, at last, his busy span,
“And now lies coolly here—
“As often he did in life, good man,
“Good, Reverend Pamphleteer!”