Fanny, my love, we ne'er were sages . 152 XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill . ib.
ib, XXX. 'T was in an airy dream of night . 251
From the Greek .
. XXXI. Arm'd with a hyacinthine rod
On a beautiful East-Indian
ib. XXXII. Strew me a breathing bed of leaves ib.
ib. XXXIII. 'T was noon of night when round the
ib. XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd ib.
INTERCEPTED LETTERS; or, THE TWO-
XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed
XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd a power
Dedication, Prefaces, etc.
154 XXXVII. 'Twas night, and many a circling bowl 254
ib. XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl ib.
THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS.
XXXIX. How I love the festive boy
XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here ib.
XLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene
XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine 256
TOM CRIB'S MEMORIAL TO CONGRESS.
XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed
XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep . 257
XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring
FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE.
XLVII. 'T is true, my fading years decline ib.
The Dissolution of the Holy Alliance 210 XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep
211 XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy ib.
The Fly and the Bullock
L. When I drink, I feel, I feel
Church and State
213 LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow 259
The Little Grand Lama
214 LII. Away, away, you men of rules ib.
216 LIII. When I behold the festive train ib.
CORRUPTION (an epistle,) Preface, etc 217
LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see 260
INTOLERANCE (a poem)
LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring ib.
LVI. He who instructs the youthful crew
LVII. And whose immortal hand could shed 262
THE SCEPTIC, Preface, etc.
LVIII. When gold, as fleet as Zephyr's pinion i.
ODES OF ANACREON.
LIX. Sabled by the solar beam
Index showing the number of each
LX. Awake to life, my dulcet shell 264
Ode in Barnes' and other editions 232
LXI. Golden hues of youth are fled ib.
An Ode by the Translator
LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught 265
Remarks on Anacreon
LXIII. To Love, the soft and blooming child i
1. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure 237
LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose winged
II. Give me the harp of epic song
III. Listen to the Muse's Lyre
LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting ib.
IV. Vulcan! hear your glorious task ib.
LXVI. To thee, the queen of nymphs divine 266
V. Grave me a cup with brilliant grace
LXVII. Gentle youth! whose looks assume ib
VI. As late I sought the spangled bowers ib. LXVIII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn ib.
VII. The women tell me every day. 239
LXIX. Now Neptune's sullen month appears i.
VIII. I care not for the idle state
LXX. They wove the lotus band, to deck . 267
IX. I pray thee by the gods above 240
LXXI. A broken cake, with honey sweet ib.
X. Tell me how to punish thee . ib.
LXXII. With twenty chords my lyre is hurg ib.
XI. Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee ib.
LXXIII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid ib
XII. They tell how Atys, wild with love ib.
LXXIV. I bloom'd awhile, a happy flower . ib.
XIII. I will, I will; the conflict 's past 241
LXXV. Monarch Love! resistless boy . 26
XIV. Count me on the summer trees ib.
LXXVI. Spirit of Love, whose tresses shine ib.
XV. Tell me why, my sweetest dove 242 LXXVII. Hither, gentle muse of mine 268
XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues 243 LXXVIII. Would that I were a tuneful lyre ib
XVII. And now, with all thy pencil's truth 244
LXXIX. When Cupid sees my beard of snow ib
XVIII. Now the star of day is high
XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid 246
XX. One day the Muses twined the hands ib.
Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray
XXI. Observe when mother Earth is dry 247
Let me resign a wretched breath
I know thou lovest a brimming measure . ib
XXII. The Phrygian rock that braves the
I fear that love disturbs my rest
XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre
From dread Leucadia's frowning steep ib.
XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven ib.
Mix me, child, a cup divine
XXV. Once in each revolving year 249 EPIGRAMS TRANSLATED FROM ANTIPATER
XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms 26.
XXVII. We read the flying courser's name ib. Around the tomb, oh bard divine!
XXVIII. As in the Lemnian caves of fire 250 Here sleeps Anacreon, in this ivied shade ib