The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore | Page 6

of
a poet, and by no means loftily to be praised or admired even when
regarded as the outer investiture of a nobler poetic something within.
But 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
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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