The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore | Page 6

let desert of every kind have its place, and welcome. In the cosmical diapason and august orchestra of poetry, Tom Moore's little Pan's-pipe can at odd moments be heard, and interjects an appreciable and rightly-combined twiddle or two. To be gratified with these at the instant is no more than the instrument justifies, and the executant claims: to think much about them when the organ is pealing or the violin plaining (with a Shelley performing on the first, or a Mrs. Browning on the second), or to be on the watch for their recurrences, would be equally superfluous and weak-minded.
CONTENTS
Advertisement.?After the Battle.?Alarming Intelligence.?Alciphron: a Fragment.?Letter I. From Alciphron at Alexandria to Cleon at Athens.
II. From the Same to the Same.?III. From the Same to the Same.?IV. From Orcus, High Priest of Memphis, to Decius, the Praetorian
Prefect.?All in the Family Way.?All that's Bright must Fade.?Almighty God.?Alone in Crowds to wander on.?Amatory Colloquy between Bank and Government.?Anacreon, Odes of.
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 I sought the Spangled Bowers.?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 am I to punish Thee.?XI. "Tell Me, Gentle Youth, I pray Thee".?XII. They tell How Atys, Wild with Love.?XIII. I will, I will, the Conflict's past.?XIV. Count Me, on the Summer Trees.?XV. 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.?XX. 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. Armed with Hyacinthine Rod.?XXXII. Strew Me a Fragrant Bed of Leaves.?XXXIII. 'Twas Noon of Night, When round the Pole.?XXXIV. Oh Thou, of All Creation Blest.?XXXV. Cupid Once upon a Bed.?XXXVI. If Hoarded Gold possest the Power.?XXXVII. 'Twas Night, and Many a Circling Bowl.?XXXVIII. Let Us drain the Nectared Bowl.?XXXIX. How I love the Festive Boy.
XL. I know That Heaven hath sent Me Here.?XLI. When Spring adorns the Dewy Scene.?XLII. Yes, be the Glorious Revel Mine.?XLIII. While Our Rosy Fillets shed.?XLIV. Buds of Roses, Virgin Flowers.?XLV. Within This Goblet Rich and Deep.?XLVI. Behold, the Young, the Rosy Spring.?XLVII. 'Tis True, My Fading Years decline.?XLVIII. When My Thirsty Soul I steep.?XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's Immortal Boy.
L. When Wine I quaff, before My Eyes.?LI. Fly Not Thus My Brow of Snow.?LII. Away, Away, Ye Men of Rules.?LIII. When I beheld the Festive Train.?LIV. Methinks, the Pictured Bull We see.?LV. While We invoke the Wreathed Spring.?LVI. He, Who instructs the Youthful Crew.?LVII. Whose was the Artist Hand That Spread.?LVIII. When Gold, as Fleet as Zephyr's Pinion.?LIX. Ripened 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-aimed Spear.?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 Month 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 bloomed, a Happy Flower.?LXXIV. Monarch Love, Resistless Boy.?LXXV. Spirit of Love, Whose Locks unrolled.?LXXVI. Hither, Gentle Muse of Mine.?LXXVII. Would That I were a Tuneful Lyre.?LXXVIII. When Cupid sees How Thickly Now.
Let Me resign This Wretched Breath.?I know Thou lovest a Brimming Measure.?From Dread Lucadia's Frowning Steep.?Mix Me, Child, a Cup Divine.?Anacreontic.?Anacreontic.?Anacreontic.?Anacreontic.?Anacreontic.?And doth not a Meeting Like This.?Angel of Charity.?Animal Magnetism.?Anne Boleyn.?Announcement of a New Grand Acceleration Company.?Announcement of a New Thalaba.?Annual Pill, The.?Anticipated Meeting of the British Association in the Year 1836. As a Beam o'er the Face of the Waters may glow.?As down in the Sunless Retreats.?Ask not if Still I Love.?Aspasia.?As Slow our Ship.?As Vanquished Erin.?At Night.?At the Mid Hour of Night.?Avenging and Bright.?Awake, arise, Thy Light is come.?Awful Event.
Ballad, A.?Ballad for the Cambridge Election.?Ballad Stanzas.?Beauty and Song.?Before the Battle.?Behold the Sun.?Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms.?Black and Blue Eyes.?Blue Love-Song, A.?Boat Glee.?Boy of the Alps, The.?Boy Statesman, The.?Bright be Thy Dreams.?Bright Moon.?Bring the Bright Garlands Hither.?Brunswick Club, The.?But Who shall see.?By that Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore.
Calm be Thy Sleep.?Canadian Boat Song, A.?Canonization of Saint Butterworth, The.?Captain Rock in London.?Case of Libel, A.?Catalogue, The.?Cephalus and Procris.?Characterless, A.?Cherries, The.?Child's