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IM . FREDERICK WAF THE ' ARUNDEL POETS.' THE POETICAL WORKS OB T H O M AS MOORE REPRINTED FROM THE EARLY EDITIONS. Mltb (gvplaitafotjj Jtolts, tfc. PORTRAIT AND ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS LONDON FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. BEDFORD STREET, STRAND T5aHantync p terns BALLANTVNE, HANSON AND CO., EDINBURGH CHANDOS STREET, LONDON CONTENTS. PAGE Memoir xi Odes of Anacreon. An Ode by the Translator .... 3 Remarks on Anacreon .... 3 1. ' I saw the smiling bard of pleasure ' 10 2. -Give me the harp of epic song' 1(1 3. 'Listen to the Muse's lyre' . . 10 4. ' Vulcan! hearyourglorioustask' 11 5. 'Grave me a cup with brilliant grace ' 11 6. ' As late I sought the spangled bowers ' 11 I. 'The women tell me every day' 12 8 ' I care not for the idle state' 12 9. ' I pray thee, by the yods above ' 13 10. ' Tell me how to punish thee ' 13 11. ' Tell me, gentle youth, 1 pray thee' 14 12. 'They tell how Atys, wild with love ' 14 13. ' I will, I will ; theconflict'spast' 14 14. ' Count me, on ttie summer trees' l.i 15. ' Tell me why, my sweetest dove * 16 16. ' Thou, whose soft and rosy hues ' 17 17. 'And now, with all thy pencil's truth' 18 1 8. ' Now the star of day is nigh ' 19 19. 'Here recline you, gentle maid ' 20 20. 'One day the Mutes twined the hands' 20 21. ' Observe when mother earth is dry' 21 22. ' The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm' 21 23. ' I often wi»h this languid lyre' 22 24. ' To all that breathe the airs of heaven' 23 25. 'Once in each revolving year' 23 26. 'Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms ' 24 27. ' We read the flying courser's name' 24 28. ' As in the Lemnian caves of Are' 24 PAGE Odes of Anacreon — continued. 29. 'Yes — loving is a painful thrill ' 25 30.
"Twos in an airy dream of night' 25 31. ' Armed with hyacinlhine rod' . 25 32. ' Strew me a breathing bed of have.-t ' 2C 33. ' 'Twas noon of night, when round the pole ' 27 31. 'Oh thou, of all creation blest' 27 35 'Cupid once upun a bt-d ' ... 28 36. ' If hoarded gold possessed a power' 29 87. "Twas night, and mauy a circling bowl' 29 38. ' Let us drain theueciared bowl' 29 39. ' How I love the festive boy ' . 30 40. ' 1 know that Heaven ordains me here' 30 41 'When Spriug begems the dewy scene' 31 42. "Yes, be the elorious revel mine ' 31 43. ' While our rosy fillets shed ' :il 44. ' Buds of roses, virgin flower.,' 32 45. 'Within this goblet, r.ch aud deep' n.' 46. 'See, the young, the ro*y Spring' 33 47. "Tis true, my fading years decline' 88 48. ' When my thirsty soul I steip ' 88 49. ' When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy' 31 60. ' When I drink, I feel, I feel ' . 34 51. 'Fly not thus, my brow of mow' 35 52. 'Away, away, you men of rules ' 35 63. ' When 1 behold the festive tram ' ' ■) :> 64. ' Methinks the pictured bull we see ' - " 55. 'While we invoke the wreathed spring' 86 56. ' He, who instructs the youthful crew ' 37 57. ' And whose immortal hand could shed' 38 58. 'When gold, as fleet as Zephyr's pluion ' COS TENTS.
IV P1GB PAGE Odes of Anacreox — continued. Juvenile Poems — continued. Song 58 39. ' Sabled by the solar beam' . . 39 60. 'Awake to if, my dulcet shell' 40 The Kiss 58 A Night Thought 59 61. ' Golden hues of youth are fled ' . 41 Elegiac Stanzas 59 5.'!. ' Fill me, boys, as deep a draught ' 41 Rondeau 59 63. ' To Love, the soft aud blooming child ' 42 To Roxa 60 To Rosa 60 64. ' sla<te thee, nymph, whose winged spear ' 42 65. ' Like some wanton filly sporting' 42 To Rosa Go Written in the Blank Leaf of a Lady's Common-Place Rook . . . . Gl 66. 'To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine' 42 Love aud Marriage 62 67. ' Gentle youth ! whose looks assume' 43 Anacreontic 6 - Anacreontic ......... 63 68. 'Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn ' 43 The Ballad 63 #9. 'Now Neptune's sullen mouth appears' 43 To Phillis 68 To Miss 6 1 70. 'They wove the lotus band, to deck' 44 To Rosa 64 To Julia 65 71. 'A broken cake, with honey sweet ' .44 Elegiac Stanzas ....... 65 Nonsense 6-i 72. 'With twenty chords my lyre is hung' 44 The Surprise 66 To Mrs. ........
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