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THE
POETICAL WORKS
OF
THOMAS MOORE.
COMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME.
Illustrated.
NEW YORK:
PUBLISHED BY LEAVITT & ALLEN.
1857.
(
GIFT OF
Ode by the Translator.
Corrections of the preceding Ode
Remarks on Anacreon.
I. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure
II. Give me the harp of epic song
III. Listen to the Muse's lyre.
IV. Vulcan hear your glorious task
V. Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul
VI. As late L sought the spangled bower
VII. The women tell me every day
VIII. I care not for the idle state
IX. I pray thee, by the gods above
X. How can I punish thee
XI. Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee
XII. They tell how Atys, wild with love
XIIL I will, I will; the conflict's past
IV. Count me, on the summer trees
AV. Tell me, why, my sweetest dove
XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues
XVII. And now with all thy pencil's truth
XVIII. Now the star of day is high
XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid
AX. One day the Muses twined the hands
XXI. Observe when mother earth is dry
XXII. The Phrygian rock that braves the storm.
XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre.
XXIV. To all that breathe the air of heaven
XXV. Once in each revolving year.
XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms
XXVII. We read the flying courser's name.
XXVIII. As, by his Lemnian forge's flame
XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill
XXX. 'Twas in a mocking dream of night
XXXI. Arm'd with hyacinthine rod
XXXII. Strew me a fragrant bed of leaves
XXXIII. 'T was noon of night, when round the pole 29
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L. When wine I quaff before my eyes.
LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow
LII. Away, away, ye men of ruies
LIII. When I behold the festive train.
LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see
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LV. While we invoke the wreathed Spring.
LVI. He, who instructs the youthful crew
LVII. Whose was the artist's hand that spread
LVIII. When Gold, as fleet as zephyr's pinion.
LIX. Ripen'd by the solar beam
LX. Awake to life, my sleeping shell.
LXI. Youth's endearing charms are fled
LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught
LXIII. To Love, the soft and blooming child
LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aim'd spear 44
LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting.
LXVI. To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine
LXVII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn
LXVIII. Now Neptune's mouth our sky deforms.
LXIX. They wove the lotus band to deck
LXX. A broken cake, with honey sweet
LXXI. With twenty chords my lyre is hung
LXXII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid.
LXXIII. Awhile I bloom'd, a happy flower
LXXIV. Monarch Love, resistless boy
LXXV. Spirit of Love, whose locks unroll'd
LXXVI. Hither, gentle Muse of mine.
LXXVII. Would that I were a tuneful lyre
LXXVIII. When Cupid sees how thickly now
Cupid whose lamp has lent the ray
Let me resign this wretched breath,
I know thou lovest a brimming measure
I fear that love disturbs my rest.
From dread Leucadia's frowning steep
Mix me, child, a cup divine
PANEGYRICS ON ANACREON.
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation blest
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JUVENILE POEMS.
XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd the power
XXXVII. 'Twas night and many a circling bowl
XXXVII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl
XL. I know that heaven hath sent me here.
ALI. When Spring adorns the dewy scene
XLII. Yes, in this glorious revel mine.
Variety. Ask what prevailing pleasing power
To a boy with a watch
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Song. Have you not seen the timid tear
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