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THE
POETICAL WORKS
OF
THOMAS MOORE,
INCLUDING HIS
Melodies, Ballads, etc.
COMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME.
Philadelphia:
J. CRISSY, No. 4, MINOR STREET,
AND THOMAS, COWPERTHWAIT & Co., No. 253 MARKET STREET.
STEREOTYPED BY L. JOHNSON.
1845.
Printed by T. K. & P. G. Collins.
LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting
LXVI. To thee, the queen of nymphs divine 266
LXVII. Gentle youth! whose looks assume .
LXVIII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn
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XV. Tell me why, my sweetest dove XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues XVII. And now, with all thy pencil's truth
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LXIX. Now Neptune's sullen month appears b.
LXX. They wove the lotus band, to deck. 267
LXXI. A broken cake, with honey sweet
LXXII. With twenty chords my lyre is hung ib.
LXXIII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid
LXXIV. I bloom'd awhile, a happy flower
LXXV. Monarch Love! resistless boy
LXXVI. Spirit of Love, whose tresses shine
LXXVII. Hither, gentle muse of mine
LXXVIII. Would that I were a tuneful lyre
LXXIX. When Cupid sees my beard of snow
FRAGMENTS
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XX. One day the Muses twined the hands ib.
XXI Observe when mother Earth is dry
XXII The Phrygian rock that braves the
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Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray
Let me resign a wretched breath
I know thou lovest a brimming measure
I fear that love disturbs my rest.
XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven ib.
XXV. Once in each revolving year
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XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms ib.
XXVII. We read the flying courser's name ib.
XXVIII As in the Lemnian caves of fire
From dread Leucadia's frowning steep
Mix me, child, a cup divine
EPIGRAMS TRANSLATED FROM ANTIPATER
SIDONIUS.
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