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TO THE
MARQUIS OF LANSDOWNE,
IN GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE OF
NEARLY FORTY YEARS OF MUTUAL ACQUAINTANCE AND FRIENDSHIP,
Chese Volumes
ARE INSCRIBED,
WITH THE SINCEREST FEELINGS OF AFFECTION AND RESPECT,
BY
THOMAS MOORE.
V. Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul..
VI. As late I sought the spangled bowers
VII. The women tell me every day
VIII. I care not for the idle state...
IX. I pray thee, by the gods above..
X. How am I to punish thee...
XI. "Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee".
XII. They tell how Atys, wild with love..
XIII. I will, I will, the conflict's past..
XIV. Count me, on the summer trees....
XV. Tell me, why, my sweetest dove..
XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues
XVII. And now, with all thy pencil's truth
XVIII. Now the star of day is high....
XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid..
185
128
Letter VII. From Phelim Connor to ——
130
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Letter VIII. From Mr. Bob Fudge to Richard, Esq... 132
Letter IX. From Phil. Fudge, Esq. to the Lord Viscount
Castlereagh
XX. One day the Muses twined the hands.
XXI. Observe when mother earth is dry
XXII. The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm.
XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre
XXIV. To all that breathe the air of heaven
XXV. Once in each revolving year
189
190
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134
Letter X. From Miss Biddy Fudge to Miss Dorothy Letter XI. From Phelim Conner to --
-.. 137
139
XXXII. Strew me a fragrant bed of leaves......
XXXIII. 'Twas noon of night, when round the pole
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation blest...
192
193
149
XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd the power..
XXXVII. Twas night, and many a circling bowl
XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar's bowl......
XXXIX. How I love the festive boy
194
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152
Letter V. From Larry O'Branigan, in England, to his wife
Judy, at Mullinafad
153
157
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep..
XLVI. Behold the young, the rosy Spring..
XLVII. 'Tis true, my fading years decline...
XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep
XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy
L. When wine I quaff, before my eyes.
LI. Fly not thus, my brow of snow
LII. Away, away, ye men of rules
LIII. When I behold the festive train
LIV. Methinks, the pictured bull we see..
LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring.
LVI. He, who instructs the youthful crew..
LVII. Whose was the artist-hand that spread..
LVIII. When Gold, as fleet as zephyr's pinion
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199
Fable I. The Dissolution of the Holy Alliance. A Dream. 168
Fable II. The Looking-Glass....
169