The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

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THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS MOORE. MURRAY AND GIBB, EDINBURGH, PRINTERS TO HER MAJESTY'S STATIONERY OFFICE. Sfii 1 _ * * i j * i i t i »■ 41 4J V =13 4% v ■ 4J4 V v A -M AaJ&ats deck s%a lies KJJlKsB URGH WILLIAM P. NIMMG THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS MOORE WITH MEMOIR BY DAVID HERBERT, M.A. NEW EDITION CAREFULLY REVISED. EDINBURGH : WILLIAM P. NIMMO. 1872. CONTENTS. PAGE LIFE OF THOMAS MOOEE, . . 7 LALLA KOOKH. The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, . . 54 Paradise and the Peri, , . . . .81 The Fire- Worshippers, .... 90 The Light of the Haram, . . .111 ODES OF ANACREON. Index showing the number of each Ode in Barnes' and other Editions, 128 An Ode by the Translator, . . 129 Remarks on Anacreon, . . . ib. 1. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure, . 134 2. Give me the harp of epic song, . . ib. 3. Listen to the Muse's lyre, . . . 135 4.

Vulcan ! hear your glorious task, . ib. 5. Grave me a cup with brilliant grace, ib. 6. As late I sought the spangled bowers, 136 7. The women tell me every day, . . ib. 8. I care not for the idle state, . . ib. 9. I pray thee, by the gods above, . 137 10. Tell me how to punish thee, . . ib. 11. Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee, . ib. 12. They tell how Atys, wild with love, 138 13. I will, I will ; the conflict's past, . ib. 14. Count me, on the summer trees, . 139 15. Tell me why, my sweetest dove, . 140 16. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues, . ib. 17. And now, with all thy pencil's truth, 141 18. Now the star of day is high, . . 142 19. Here recline you, gentle maid, . . 143 20. One day the Muses twined the hands, ib. 21. Observe when mother earth is dry, . 144 22. The Phrygian rock, that braves tha storm, ib. 23.

I often wish this languid lyre, . . 145 24. To all that breathe the airs of heaven, ib. 25. Once in each revolving year, . . 146 26. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms, ib. 27. We read the flying courser's name, . ib. 28. As in the Lemnian caves of fire, . ib. 29. Yes — loving is a painful thrill, . . 147 30. 'Twas in an airy dream of night, . ib. 31. Armed with hyacinthine rod, . . ib. PAGE Odes of Anacreon— continued. 32. Strew me a breathing bed of leaves, 148 33. 'Twas noon of night, when round the pole, ib. 34. Oh thou, of all creation blest, . . 149 35. Cupid once upon a bed, . . . ib. 36. If hoarded gold possessed a power, . 150 37. 'Twas night, and many a circling bowl, ib. 38. Let us drain the nectared bowl, . 151 39. How I love the festive boy, . . ib. 40. I know that Heaven ordains me here, 152 41.