by Thomas Moore
Long years hath waited — not a penny!
Have notified the same to latter,
And wait instructions in the matter.
For self and partners, etc.
1 The rectory which the Rev. gentleman holds is situated in the county of Armagh! — a most remarkable coincidence — and well worthy of the attention of certain expounders of the Apocalypse.
DETAILED TABLE OF CONTENTS
ODES OF ANACREON
REMARKS ON ANACREON
ODE I.1
ODE II.
ODE III.1
ODE IV.1
ODE V.
ODE VI.1
ODE VII.
ODE VIII.1
ODE IX.
ODE X.1
ODE XI.1
ODE XII.
ODE XIII.
ODE XIV.1
ODE XV.1
ODE XVI.1
ODE XVII.
ODE XVIII.
ODE XIX.1
ODE XX.1
ODE XXI.1
ODE XXII.
ODE XXIII.
ODE XXIV.
ODE XXV.
ODE XXVI.
ODE XXVII.
ODE XXVIII.
ODE XXIX.
ODE XXX.1
ODE XXXI.1
ODE XXXII.1
ODE XXXIII.
ODE XXXIV.1
ODE XXXV.1
ODE XXXVI.1
ODE XXXVII.
ODE XXXVIII.
ODE XXXIX.
ODE XL.
ODE XLI.
ODE XLII.1
ODE XLIII.
ODE XLIV.1
ODE XLV.
ODE XLVI.1
ODE XLVII.
ODE XLVIII.
ODE XLIX.
ODE L.1
ODE LI.
ODE LII.1
ODE LIII.
ODE. LIV.1
ODE LV.1
ODE LVI.
ODE LVII1
ODE LVIII.
ODE LIX.
ODE LX.1
ODE LXI.1
ODE LXII.1
ODE LXIII.1
ODE LXIV.1
ODE LXV.1
ODE LXVI.1
ODE LXVII.
ODE LXVIII.
ODE LXIX.
ODE LXX.
ODE LXXI.
ODE LXXII.
ODE LXXIII.
ODE LXXIV.
ODE LXXV.
ODE LXXVI.
ODE LXXVII.
ODE LXXVIII.
SONGS FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY.
HERE AT THY TOMB.
SALE OF CUPID.
TO WEAVE A GARLAND FOR THE ROSE.
WHY DOES SHE SO LONG DELAY?
TWIN’ST THOU WITH LOFTY WREATH THY BROW?
WHEN THE SAD WORD.
MY MOPSA IS LITTLE.
STILL, LIKE DEW IN SILENCE FALLING.
UP, SAILOR BOY, ‘TIS DAY.
IN MYRTLE WREATHS.
JUVENILE POEMS.
FRAGMENTS OF COLLEGE EXERCISES.
VARIETY.
TO A BOY, WITH A WATCH, WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND
SONG. IF I SWEAR BY THAT EYE, YOU’LL ALLOW
TO ——
SONG. WHEN TIME WHO STEALS OUR YEARS AWAY
SONG. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE TIMID TEAR
REUBEN AND ROSE.
DID NOT.
TO ——
TO MRS. ——
ON SOME CALUMNIES AGAINST HER CHARACTER.
ANACREONTIC.
TO ——
TO JULIA.
TO JULIA.
THE SHRINE.
TO A LADY, WITH SOME MANUSCRIPT POEMS, ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY.
TO JULIA.
TO ——
NATURE’S LABELS.
LABEL FIRST.
LABEL SECOND.
TO JULIA ON HER BIRTHDAY.
A REFLECTION AT SEA.
CLORIS AND FANNY.
THE SHIELD.
TO JULIA WEEPING.
DREAMS.
TO ——
TO ROSA.
THE SALE OF LOVES.
TO ——
TO ——
INCONSTANCY.
THE NATAL GENIUS.
TO —— THE MORNING OF HER BIRTHDAY.
ELEGIAC STANZAS.
ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER.
TO THE LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL MISS —— IN ALLUSION TO SOME PARTNERSHIP IN A LOTTERY SHARE
IMPROMPTU.
A DREAM.
TO ——
ANACREONTIC.
TO JULIA.
HYMN OF A VIRGIN OF DELPHI, AT THE TOMB OF HER MOTHER.
SYMPATHY. TO JULIA.
THE TEAR.
THE SNAKE.
TO ROSA.
ELEGIAC STANZAS.
LOVE AND MARRIAGE.
ANACREONTIC.
THE SURPRISE.
TO MISS —— ON HER ASKING THE AUTHOR WHY SHE HAD SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.
THE WONDER.
LYING.
ANACREONTIC.
THE PHILOSOPHER ARISTIPPUS1
TO A LAMP WHICH HAD BEEN GIVEN HIM BY LAIS.
TO MRS, — .
ON HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSLATION OF VOITURE’S KISS.
RONDEAU.
SONG. WHY DOES AZURE DECK THE SKY?
TO ROSA.
TO ROSA.
LIGHT SOUNDS THE HARP.
SONG. FLY FROM THE WORLD, O BESSY! TO ME
THE RESEMBLANCE.
FANNY, DEAREST.
THE RING.
TO THE INVISIBLE GIRL.
TO —— ON SEEING HER WITH A WHITE VEIL AND A RICH GIRDLE.
TO MRS. BL —— . WRITTEN IN HER ALBUM.
TO CARA, AFTER AN INTERVAL OF ABSENCE.
TO CARA, ON THE DAWNING OF A NEW YEAR’S DAY.
TO —— , 1801.
THE GENIUS OF HARMONY.
TO MRS. HENRY TIGHE, ON READING HER “PSYCHE.”
FROM THE HIGH PRIEST OF APOLLO TO A VIRGIN OF DELPHI.1
FRAGMENT.
A NIGHT THOUGHT.
THE KISS.
SONG. THINK ON THAT LOOK WHOSE MELTING RAY
THE CATALOGUE.
IMITATION OF CATULLUS. TO HIMSELF.
NONSENSE.
EPIGRAM. FROM THE FRENCH.
ON A SQUINTING POETESS.
TO ——
TO ROSA.
TO PHILLIS.
TO A LADY.
SONG. ON THE BIRTHDAY OF MRS. —— .
SONG.1
MORALITY.
THE TELL-TALE LYRE.
PEACE AND GLORY.
SONG. TAKE BACK THE SIGH, THY LIPS OF ART
LOVE AND REASON.
ASPASIA.
THE GRECIAN GIRL’S DREAM OF THE BLESSED ISLANDS.1
TO CLOE. IMITATED FROM MARTIAL.
THE WREATH AND THE CHAIN.
TO ——
TO — — ‘S PICTURE.
FRAGMENT OF A MYTHOLOGICAL HYMN TO LOVE.1
TO HIS SERENE HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF MONTPENSIER ON HIS PORTRAIT OF THE LADY ADELAIDE FORBES.
THE FALL OF HEBE.
RINGS AND SEALS.
TO MISS SUSAN BECKFORD.1
IMPROMPTU, ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS.
A WARNING.
TO ——
WOMAN.
TO ——
A VISION OF PHILOSOPHY.
TO MRS. —— .
TO LADY HEATHCOTE, ON AN OLD RING FOUND AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS.
THE DEVIL AMONG THE SCHOLARS, A FRAGMENT.
POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA
TO FRANCIS, EARL OF MOIRA.
PREFACE.1
TO LORD VISCOUNT STRANGFORD. ABOARD THE PHAETON FRIGATE, OFF THE AZORES, BY MOONLIGHT.
STANZAS.
TO THE FLYING-FISH.1
TO MISS MOORE. FROM NORFOLK, IN VIRGINIA, NOVEMBER, 1803.
A BALLAD.
THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP.
TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
TO GEORGE MORGAN, ESQ. OF NOR
FOLK, VIRGINIA.
LINES WRITTEN IN A STORM AT SEA.
ODES TO NEA; WRITTEN AT BERMUDA.
A DREAM OF ANTIQUITY.
THE SNOW SPIRIT.
A STUDY FROM THE ANTIQUE.
TO JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.
THE STEERMAN’S SONG, WRITTEN ABOARD THE BOSTON FRIGATE 28TH APRIL.1
TO THE FIRE-FLY.1
TO THE LORD VISCOUNT FORBES.
TO THOMAS HUME, ESQ., M. D.
LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING PHILADELPHIA.
LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWK KIVER.1
SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.1
TO THE HONORABLE W. R. SPENCER.
BALLAD STANZAS.
A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE RAWDON.
IMPROMPTU.
OCTOBER, 1804.
IRISH MELODIES
PREFACE.
GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.
WAR SONG.
ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES.
OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE.
THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO’ TARA’S HALLS.
FLY NOT YET.
OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.
THO’ THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN WITH SORROW I SEE.
RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.1
AS A BEAM O’ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW.
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.1
HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR.
TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE.
THE LEGACY.
HOW OFT HAS THE BANSHEE CRIED.
WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD.
EVELEEN’S BOWER.
LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD.
THE SONG OF FIONNUALA.1
COME, SEND ROUND THE WINE.
SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS.
ERIN, OH ERIN.
DRINK TO HER.
OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD.1
WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON’S LIGHT.
ILL OMENS.
BEFORE THE BATTLE.
AFTER THE BATTLE.
‘TIS SWEET TO THINK.
THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS.1
ON MUSIC.
IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.1
THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP.
LOVE’S YOUNG DREAM.
THE PRINCE’S DAY.1
WEEP ON, WEEP ON.
LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE.
I SAW THY FORM IN YOUTHFUL PRIME.
BY THAT LAKE, WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.1
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.
NAY, TELL ME NOT, DEAR.
AVENGING AND BRIGHT.
WHAT THE BEE IS TO THE FLOWERET.
LOVE AND THE NOVICE.
THIS LIFE IS ALL CHECKERED WITH PLEASURES AND WOES
OH THE SHAMROCK.
AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT
ONE BUMPER AT PARTING.
‘TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
THE MINSTREL BOY.
THE SONG OF O’RUARK, PRINCE OF BREFFNI.1
OH! HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE OF OUR OWN.
FAREWELL! — BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR.
OH! DOUBT ME NOT.
YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.
I’D MOURN THE HOPES.
COME O’ER THE SEA.
HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED.
NO, NOT MORE WELCOME.
WHEN FIRST I MET THEE.
WHILE HISTORY’S MUSE.
THE TIME I’VE LOST IN WOOING.
WHERE IS THE SLAVE.
COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM.
‘TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER.
I SAW FROM THE BEACH.
FILL THE BUMPER FAIR.
DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY.
MY GENTLE HARP.
IN THE MORNING OF LIFE.
AS SLOW OUR SHIP.
WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH.
REMEMBER THEE.
WREATH THE BOWL.
WHENE’ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.
IF THOU’LT BE MINE.
TO LADIES’ EYES.
FORGET NOT THE FIELD.
THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.
OH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!
ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.
NE’ER ASK THE HOUR.
SAIL ON, SAIL ON.
THE PARALLEL.
DRINK OF THIS CUP.
THE FORTUNE-TELLER.
OH, YE DEAD!
O’DONOHUE’S MISTRESS.
ECHO.
OH BANQUET NOT.
THEE, THEE, ONLY THEE.
SHALL THE HARP THEN BE SILENT.
OH, THE SIGHT ENTRANCING.
SWEET INNISFALLEN.
‘TWAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS.1
FAIREST! PUT ON AWHILE.
QUICK! WE HAVE BUT A SECOND.
AND DOTH NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS.
THE MOUNTAIN SPRITE.
AS VANQUISHED ERIN.
DESMOND’S SONG.1
THEY KNOW NOT MY HEART.
I WISH I WAS BY THAT DIM LAKE.
SHE SUNG OF LOVE.
SING — SING — MUSIC WAS GIVEN.
THO’ HUMBLE THE BANQUET.
SING, SWEET HARP.
SONG OF THE BATTLE EVE.
THE WANDERING BARD.
ALONE IN CROWDS TO WANDER ON.
I’VE A SECRET TO TELL THEE.
SONG OF INNISFAIL.
THE NIGHT DANCE.
THERE ARE SOUNDS OF MIRTH.
OH, ARRANMORE, LOVED ARRANMORE.
LAY HIS SWORD BY HIS SIDE.
OH, COULD WE DO WITH THIS WORLD OF OURS.
THE WINE-CUP IS CIRCLING.
THE DREAM OF THOSE DAYS.
SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS.1
NATIONAL AIRS
A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.
FLOW ON, THOU SHINING RIVER.
ALL THAT’S BRIGHT MUST FADE.
SO WARMLY WE MET.
THOSE EVENING BELLS.
SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES.
REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.
FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!
DOST THOU REMEMBER.
OH, COME TO ME WHEN DAYLIGHT SETS.
OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT.
HARK! THE VESPER HYMN IS STEALING.
LOVE AND HOPE.
THERE COMES A TIME.
MY HARP HAS ONE UNCHANGING THEME.
OH, NO — NOT EVEN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED.
PEACE BE AROUND THEE.
COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS.
THEN, FARE THEE WELL.
GAYLY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.
LOVE IS A HUNTER-BOY.
COME, CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR AWAY.
JOYS OF YOUTH, HOW FLEETING!
HEAR ME BUT ONCE.
WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD
SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO-DAY?
BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS.
GO, THEN— ‘TIS VAIN.
THE CRYSTAL-HUNTERS.
ROW GENTLY HERE.
OH, DAYS OF YOUTH.
WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE.
PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS!
WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER.
WHO’LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS?
SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN.
NETS AND CAGES.1
WHEN THROUGH THE PIAZZETTA.
GO, NOW, AND DREAM.
TAKE HENCE THE BOWL.
FAREWELL, THERESA!
HOW OFT, WHEN WATCHING STARS.
WHEN THE FIRST SUMMER BEE.
THO’ ‘TIS ALL BUT A DREAM.
WHEN THE WINE-CUP IS SMILING.
WHERE SHALL WE BURY OUR SHAME?
NE’ER TALK OF WISDOM’S GLOOMY SCHOOLS.
HERE SLEEPS THE BARD.
DO NOT SAY THAT LIFE IS WANING.
THE GAZELLE.
NO — LEAVE MY HEART TO REST.
WHERE ARE THE VISIONS.
WIND THY HORN, MY HUNTER BOY.
O
H, GUARD OUR AFFECTION.
SLUMBER, OH SLUMBER.
BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS HITHER.
IF IN LOVING, SINGING.
THOU LOVEST NO MORE.
WHEN ABROAD IN THE WORLD.
KEEP THOSE EYES STILL PURELY MINE.
HOPE COMES AGAIN.
O SAY, THOU BEST AND BRIGHTEST.
WHEN NIGHT BRINGS THE HOUR.
LIKE ONE WHO, DOOMED.
FEAR NOT THAT, WHILE AROUND THEE.
WHEN LOVE IS KIND.
THE GARLAND I SEND THEE.
HOW SHALL I WOO?
SPRING AND AUTUMN.
LOVE ALONE.
SACRED SONGS
THOU ART, O GOD.
THE BIRD, LET LOOSE.
FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
WHO IS THE MAID?
THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW.
OH THOU WHO DRY’ST THE MOURNER’S TEAR.
WEEP NOT FOR THOSE.
THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE.
SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL. MIRIAM’S SONG.
GO, LET ME WEEP.
COME NOT, OH LORD.
WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY’S TEARS.
AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS.
BUT WHO SHALL SEE.
ALMIGHTY GOD!
OH FAIR! OH PUREST!
ANGEL OF CHARITY.
BEHOLD THE SUN.
LORD, WHO SHALL BEAR THAT DAY.
OH, TEACH ME TO LOVE THEE.
WEEP, CHILDREN OF ISRAEL.
LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE.
COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.
AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME.
THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.
SINCE FIRST THY WORD.
HARK! ‘TIS THE BREEZE.
WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED?
HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE’S WING.
GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT, (AIR. — STEVENSON.)
IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER.
WAR AGAINST BABYLON.
A MELOLOGUE UPON NATIONAL MUSIC.
MELOLOGUE. A SHORT STRAIN OF MUSIC FROM THE ORCHESTRA.
GREEK AIR
FLOURISH OF TRUMPETS.
SWISS AIR.— “RANZ DES VACHES.”
SPANISH CHORUS.
SPANISH AIR.— “YA DESPERTO.”
SET OF GLEES, MUSIC BY MOORE.
HIP, HIP, HURRA!
HUSH, HUSH!
THE PARTING BEFORE THE BATTLE.
THE WATCHMAN.
SAY, WHAT SHALL WE DANCE?
THE EVENING GUN.
LEGENDARY BALLADS.
THE VOICE.
CUPID AND PSYCHE.
HERO AND LEANDER.
THE LEAF AND THE FOUNTAIN.
CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS.
YOUTH AND AGE.
THE DYING WARRIOR.
THE MAGIC MIRROR.
THE PILGRIM.
THE HIGH-BORN LADYE.
THE INDIAN BOAT.
THE STRANGER.
BALLADS, SONGS, ETC.
TO-DAY, DEAREST! IS OURS.
WHEN ON THE LIP THE SIGH DELAYS.
HERE, TAKE MY HEART.
OH, CALL IT BY SOME BETTER NAME.
POOR WOUNDED HEART
THE EAST INDIAN.
POOR BROKEN FLOWER.
THE PRETTY ROSE-TREE.
SHINE OUT, STARS!
THE YOUNG MULETEERS OF GRENADA.
TELL HER, OH, TELL HER.
NIGHTS OF MUSIC.
OUR FIRST YOUNG LOVE.
BLACK AND BLUE EYES.
DEAR FANNY.
FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM.