The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Odes of Anacreon ; Juvenile poems

Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1840

INDEX TO THE ODES	7

CORRECTIONS OF THE PRECEDING ODE SUGGESTED BY	13

ODES	24

See the young the rosy Spring Page	38

Give me the harp of epic song	44

The women tell me every day	54

Strew me a fragrant bed of leaves	130

Twas noon of night when round the pole	133

Awhile I bloomd a happy flower	226

Monarch Love resistless boy	227

Spirit of Love whose locks unrolld	228

Hither gentle Muse of mine	230

Would that I were a tuneful lyre	231

When Cupid sees how thickly now	232

Cupid whose lamp has lent the ray	233

know thou lovst a brimming measure	234

From dread Leucadias frowning steep	235

NOTICE	237

Αντίπατρου Σιδωνίου εις Ανακρεοντα	239

Του αυτού εις τον αυτον	242

Του αυτού εις τον αυτόν	245

Του αυτού εις τον αυτόν	248

PREFACE BY THE EDITOR	253

DEDICATION TO JOSEPH ATKINSON ESQ	263

To a Boy with a Watch Written for a friend	269

Song	276

not	283

To	288

To Julia	295

To Julia On her birthday	302

A Reflection at	303

To Rosa Written during illness	311

Το	319

death of her brother	325

Anacreontic	331

Sympathy To Julia	337

Anacreontic	345

Anacreontic	352

Titel	The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Odes of Anacreon ; Juvenile poems Bind 1 af The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Thomas Moore
Forfatter	Thomas Moore
Udgiver	Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1840
Oprindeligt fra	Oxford University
Digitaliseret	3. aug 2007

Eksporter henvisning	BiBTeX EndNote RefMan

Oh thou of all creation blest	136

Cupid once upon a	139

184	177

When I behold the festive train	180

Methinks the picturd bull we	182

While we invoke the wreathed spring	184

He who instructs the youthful crew	191

Whose was the artist hand that spread	193

When Gold as fleet as zephyrs pinion	197

Ripend by the solar beam	201

Awake to life my sleeping shell	203

Youths endearing charms are fled	208

Fill me boy as deep a draught	210

To Love the soft and blooming child	212

Haste thee nymph whose wellaimed spear	213

Like some wanton filly sporting	215

To thee the Queen of nymphs divine	217

Rich in bliss I proudly scorn	220

Now Neptunes month our sky deforms	221

They wove the lotus band to deck	222

A broken cake with honey sweet	223

With twenty chords my lyre is hung	224

Fare thee well perfidious maid	225