The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, etc

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FOE ' 1 IKS, ' ■)ME ¥©L'i ■ SEjOFERTOH COfll.SE. "'El«.TOSTEJR ,H THE POETICAL WORKS <ji- THOMAS MOORE. COMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME. LONDON: PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, AND LONGMANS, PATERNOSTER-ROW. 1844. TO THE MARQUIS OF LANSDOWNE, EN GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE OF NEARLY FORTY YEARS OF MUTUAL ACQUAINTANCE AND FRIENDSHIP. THIS VOLUME IS INSCRD3ED, WITH THE SINCEREST FEELINGS OF AFFECTION AND RESPECT, BY THOMAS MOORE. A CONTENTS. Prefaces to the Collected Edition in Ten Volumes, published in 1841, 1842 . Page xv. Page XL VII. 'Tis true, my fading years decline . . 33 XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep . . 33 XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy . 33 L. When wine I quaff, before my eyes . . 34 LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow . . 34 LII. Away, away, ye men of rules . . 35 LIU. When I behold the festive train . . 35 LIV.

Methinks, the pictur'd bull we see . . 36 LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring . 36 LVI. He, who instructs the youthful crew . 37 LVII. Whose was the artist hand that spread . 38 LVIII. When Gold, as fleet as zephyr's pinion . 39 LIX. Ripen'd by the solar beam . . .39 LX. Awake to life, my sleeping shell . . 40 LXI. Youth's endearing charms are fled . . 41 LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught . . 41 LXI1I. To Love, the soft and blooming child . 42 LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aimed spear 42 LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting . . 42 LXVI. To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine . 42 LXVII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn . . 43 LXVIII. Now Neptune's mouth our sky deforms . 43 LXIX. They wove the lotus band to deck . . 43 LXX. A broken cake with honey sweet . . 44 LXXI. With twenty chords my lyre is hung . 44 LXXII.

Fare thee well, perfidious maid . . 44 LXXIII. Awhile I bloom'd a happy flower . . 44 LXXIV. Monarch Love, resistless boy . . 44 LXXV. Spirit of Love, whose locks unroll'd . 44 LXXVI. Hither, gentle Muse of mine . . .45 LXXVII. Would that I were a tuneful lyre . . 45 LXXVIII. When Cupid sees how thickly now . . 45 Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray . . .45 Let me resign this wretched breath . . .45 I know thou lov'st a brimming measure . . .45 I fear that love disturbs my rest . . . .45 From dread Leucadia's frowning steep . . .46 Mix me, child, a cup divine . . . .46 EPIGRAMS FROM THE ANTHOLOGIA. Notice . . . . . . .46 AliTITOtTgOU ~t"hdlVirjU, US Aya,H^0VT0t, . • .46 Tou cturov, as rev ocutdv . . - .47 Tflu ect/rou, a? roy xvtov . . • ■ .47 Tou caiTou, u; rev aurev . • « ■ .48 JUVENILE POEMS.