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Thomas Moore 28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 Poetry Listing Read More About Thomas Moore below poetry list Poem Title First Lines Period # Lines # Reads 1: A Blue Love Song. To Miss-----. Come wed with me and we will write, 37 480 2: A Canadian Boat Song. Faintly as tolls the evening chime 18 438 3: A Case Of Libel. A certain Sprite, who dwells below, 64 457 4: A Characterless Half Whig, half Tory, like those mid-way things, 1834 46 348 5: A Corrected Report Of Some Late Speeches. St. Sinclair rose and declared in smooth, 1834 48 365 6: A Curious Fact. The present Lord Kenyon (the Peer who writes letters, 40 388 7: A Dream Of Antiquity. I just had turned the classic page. 144 482 8: A Dream Of Hindostan. The longer one lives, the more one learns, 48 353 9: A Dream Of Turtle. Twas evening time, in the twilight sweet 1826 42 431 10: A Dream. I thought this heart enkindled lay 8 511 11: A Ghost Story. To The Air Of "Unfortunate Miss Bailey." Not long in bed had Lyndhurst lain, 1835 39 372 12: A Hymn Of Welcome After The Recess. And now-cross-buns and pancakes o'er 48 378 13: A Joke Versified. Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life, 4 438 14: A Late Scene At Swanage. To Swanage--that neat little town in whose bay 24 353 15: A Melologue Upon National Music. There breathes a language known and felt 22 397 16: A Night Thought. How oft a cloud, with envious veil, 8 457 17: A Pastoral Ballad. I have found out a gift for my Erin, 48 378 18: A Reflection At Sea. See how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, 8 411 19: A Sad Case. How sad a case!--just think of it 44 345 20: A Speculation. Of all speculations the market holds forth, 4 391 21: A Study From The Antique. Behold, my love, the curious gem 56 453 22: A Temple To Friendship. (Spanish Air.) A Temple to Friendship;" said Laura, enchanted, 16 433 23: A Vision Of Philosophy. Twas on the Red Sea coast, at morn, we met 60 370 24: A Vision. By The Author Of "Christabel." Up!" said the Spirit and ere I could pray 74 402 25: A Warning. Oh, fair as heaven and chaste as light! 35 429 26: Advertisement. Missing or lost, last Sunday night, 1830 24 354 27: After The Battle. Night closed around the conqueror's way, 16 379 28: Alarming Intelligence! Revolution In The Dictionary--One Galt At The Head Of It. God preserve us!--there's nothing now safe from assault; 33 359 29: Alciphron: A Fragment. Letter I. Well may you wonder at my flight 244 391 30: Alciphron: A Fragment. Letter II. Tis true, alas--the mysteries and the lore 205 361 31: Alciphron: A Fragment. Letter III. There is some star--or may it be 527 372 32: Alciphron: A Fragment. Letter IV. Rejoice, my friend, rejoice;--the youthful Chief 210 399 33: All In The Family Way. A New Pastoral Ballad. My banks are all furnisht with rags, 48 344 34: All That's Bright Must Fade. (Indian Air.) All that's bright must fade, 24 455 35: Almighty God! Chorus Of Priests. (Air.--Mozart.) Almighty GOD! when round thy shrine 16 425 36: Alone In Crowds To Wander On. Alone in crowds to wander on, 24 367 37: Amatory Colloquy Between Bank And Government. Is all then forgotten? those amorous pranks 1826 34 363 38: An Expostulation To Lord King. How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all 1826 41 388 39: An Incantation. Sung By The Bubble Spirit. Come with me and we will blow 48 357 40: Anacreontic To A Plumassier. Fine and feathery artisan, 45 385 41: Anacreontic. Press the grape, and let it pour 8 426 42: Anacreontic. She never looked so kind before 36 371 43: Anacreontic. I filled to thee, to thee I drank, 20 388 44: Anacreontic. Friend of my soul, this goblet sip, 16 388 45: And Doth Not A Meeting Like This. And doth not a meeting like this make amends, 40 377 46: Angel Of Charity. (Air.--Handel) Angel of Charity, who, from above, 16 362 47: Animal Magnetism. Tho' famed was Mesmer, in his day, 63 399 48: Anne Boleyn. Translation From The Metrical Much as her form seduced the sight, 16 341 49: Announcement Of A New Grand Acceleration Company For The Promotion Of The Speed Of Literature. Loud complaints being made in these quick-reading times, 57 372 50: Announcement Of A New Thalaba. Addressed To Robert Southey, Esq. When erst, my Southey, thy tuneful tongue 55 367 51: Anticipated Meeting Of The British Association In The Year 1836. After some observations from Dr. M'Grig 1836 78 409 52: As A Beam O'er The Face Of The Waters May Glow. As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow 12 367 53: As Down In The Sunless Retreats. (Air.--Haydn.) As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean, 12 381 54: As Slow Our Ship. As slow our ship her foamy track 32 440 55: As Vanquished Erin. As vanquished Erin wept beside 24 369 56: Ask Not If Still I Love. Ask not if still I love, 16 403 57: Aspasia. Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower, 28 465 58: At Night. At night, when all is still around. 12 458 59: At The Mid Hour Of Night At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 10 398 60: Avenging And Bright. Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin 16 433 61: Awake, Arise, Thy Light Is Come. (Air.--Stevenson.) Awake, arise, thy light is come; 44 404 62: Awful Event. Yes, Winchelsea (I tremble while I pen it), 30 396 63: Ballad For The Cambridge Election. Bankes is weak, and Goulbourn too, 1826 30 351 64: Ballad Stanzas. I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curled 16 420 65: Beauty And Song. Down in yon summer vale, 24 339 66: Before The Battle. By the hope within us springing, 28 372 67: Behold The Sun. (Air.--Lord Mornington.) Behold the Sun, how bright 16 326 68: Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, 16 388 69: Black And Blue Eyes. The brilliant black eye 28 510 70: Boat Glee. The song that lightens the languid way, 170 380 71: Bright Be Thy Dreams. (Welsh Air.) Bright be thy dreams--may all thy weeping 12 395 72: Bright Moon. Bright moon, that high in heaven art shining, 16 341 73: Bring The Bright Garlands Hither. Bring the bright garlands hither, 20 343 74: But Who Shall See. (Air.--Stevenson.) But who shall see the glorious day 16 427 75: By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore.[1] By that Lake, whose gloomy shore 40 350 76: Calm Be Thy Sleep. Calm be thy sleep as infant's slumbers! 16 448 77: Captain Rock In London. Letter From The Captain To Terry Alt, Esq.[1] Here I am, at headquarters, dear Terry, once more, 49 348 78: Cephalus And Procris. A hunter once in that grove reclined, 24 367 79: Child's Song. From A Masque. I have a garden of my own, 16 350 80: Church Extension. To The Editor Of The Morning Chronicle. Important event for the rich and religious! 30 347 81: Cloris And Fanny. Cloris! if I were Persia's king, 8 374 82: Cocker, On Church Reform. Fine figures of speech let your orators follow, 1833 35 364 83: Come Not, Oh Lord. (Air.--Haydn.) Come not, oh LORD, in the dread robe of splendor 12 420 84: Come O'er The Sea. Come o'er the sea, 28 375 85: Come, Chase That Starting Tear Away. (French Air.) Come, chase that starting tear away, 18 338 86: Come, Play Me That Simple Air Again. A Ballad. Come, play me that simple air again, 24 364 87: Come, Rest In This Bosom. Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, 12 346 88: Come, Send Round The Wine. Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief 16 364 89: Come, Ye Disconsolate. (Air.--German.) Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, 12 359 90: Common Sense And Genius. (French Air.) While I touch the string, 36 538 91: Copy Of An Intercepted Despatch. Great Sir, having just had the good luck to catch 1826 54 423 92: Corn And Catholics. What! still those two infernal questions, 40 397 93: Correspondence Between A Lady And Gentleman, Upon The Advantage Of (What Is Called) "Having Law[1] On One's Side." Come fly to these arms nor let beauties so bloomy 36 340 94: Corruption, An Epistle. Boast on, my friend--tho' stript of all beside, 219 346 95: Cotton And Corn. A Dialogue. Said Cotton to Corn, t'other day, 32 359 96: Country Dance And Quadrille. One night the nymph called country dance 152 345 97: Cupid And Psyche. They told her that he, to whose vows she had listened 32 541 98: Cupid Armed. Place the helm on thy brow, 20 342 99: Cupid's Lottery. A lottery, a Lottery, 80 379 100: Dear Fanny. She has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; 12 424 101: Dear Harp Of My Country. Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, 16 338 102: Dear? Yes. Dear? yes, tho' mine no more, 16 355 103: Desmond's Song. By the Feal's wave benighted, 32 457 104: Dialogue Between A Sovereign And A One Pound Note. Said a Sovereign to a Note, 42 370 105: Dick * * * *, A Character. Of various scraps and fragments built, 24 314 106: Did Not. Twas a new feeling--something more 18 371 107: Do Not Say That Life Is Waning. Do not say that life is waning, 12 380 108: Dog-Day Reflections. By A Dandy Kept In Town. Said Malthus one day to a clown 1827 52 387 109: Dost Thou Remember. (Portuguese Air.) Dost thou remember that place so lonely, 16 473 110: Dreaming For Ever. Dreaming for ever, vainly dreaming, 16 368 111: Dreams. To ... .... In slumber, I prithee how is it 40 404 112: Drink Of This Cup. Drink of this cup;--you'll find there's a spell in 36 348 113: Drink To Her. Drink to her, who long, 36 323 114: Echo. How sweet the answer Echo makes 15 391 115: Elegiac Stanzas. When wearied wretches sink to sleep, 12 313 116: Elegiac Stanzas. Supposed To Be Written By Julia, On The Death Of Her Brother. Though sorrow long has worn my heart; 40 409 117: Enigma. Come, riddle-me-ree, come, riddle-me-ree, 38 385 118: Epigram. What news to-day?--"Oh! worse and worse 4 527 119: Epigram. Dialogue Between A Catholic Delegate And His Royal Highness The Duke Of Cumberland. Said his Highness to Ned,[1] with that grim face of his, 4 330 120: Epigram. Dialogue Between A Dowager And Her Maid On The Night Of Lord Yarmouth's Fete. I want the Court Guide," said my lady, "to look 4 301 121: Epigram. From The French. I never gave a kiss (says Prue), 4 401 122: Epilogue. Written For Lady Dacre's Tragedy Of Ina. Last night, as lonely o'er my fire I sat, 62 362 123: Epistle From Captain Rock To Lord Lyndhurst. Dear Lyndhurst,--you'll pardon my making thus free, 62 330 124: Epistle From Erasmus On Earth To Cicero In The Shades. As 'tis now, my dear Tully, some weeks since I started 71 382 125: Epistle From Henry Of Exeter To John Of Tuam. Dear John, as I know, like our brother of London, 44 343 126: Epistle From Tom Crib To Big Ben.[1] Concerning Some Foul Play In A Late Transaction.[2] What! BEN, my old hero, is this your renown? 39 450 127: Epistle Of Condolence. From A Slave-Lord, To A Cotton-Lord. Alas! my dear friend, what a state of affairs! 28 361 128: Epitaph On A Tuft-Hunter. Lament, lament, Sir Isaac Heard, 20 363 129: Erin! The Tear And The Smile In Thine Eyes. Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes, 12 336 130: Erin, Oh Erin. Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane, 18 385 131: Eveleen's Bower. Oh! weep for the hour, 24 357 132: Evenings In Greece The sky is bright--the breeze is fair, 1529 358 133: Extract. From A Prologue Written And Spoken By The Author, At The Opening Of The Kilkenny Theatre, October, 1809. Yet, even here, tho' Fiction rules the hour, 28 359 134: Extracts From The Diary Of A Politician. Thro' Manchester Square took a canter just now 31 351 135: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable I. The Dissolution Of The Holy Alliance. A Dream. I've had a dream that bodes no good 132 357 136: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable Ii. The Looking-Glasses. Where Kings have been by mob-elections 118 411 137: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable Iii. The Torch Of Liberty. I saw it all in Fancy's glass 64 399 138: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable Iv. The Fly And The Bullock. Of all that, to the sage's survey, 83 371 139: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable V. Church And State. Thus did SOAME JENYNS--tho' a Tory, 150 381 140: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable Vi. The Little Grand Lama. Novella, a young Bolognese, 154 386 141: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable Vii. The Extinguishers. Tho' soldiers are the true supports, 109 456 142: Fables For The Holy Alliance. Fable Viii. Louis Fourteenth's Wig. The money raised--the army ready 163 421 143: Fairest! Put On Awhile. Fairest! put on awhile 40 361 144: Fallen Is Thy Throne. (Air.--Martini.) Fallen is thy Throne, oh Israel! 32 345 145: Fancy. The more I've viewed this world, the more I've found, 14 395 146: Fanny, Dearest. Yes! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, 24 339 147: Fare Thee Well, Thou Lovely One! (Sicilian Air.) Fare thee well, thou lovely one! 24 388 148: Farewell!--But Whenever You Welcome The Hour. Farewell!--but whenever you welcome the hour. 24 374 149: Farewell, Theresa! (Venetian Air.) Farewell, Theresa! yon cloud that over 12 411 150: Fear Not That, While Around Thee. Fear not that, while around thee 16 362 151: Fill The Bumper Fair. Fill the bumper fair! 28 345 152: Flourish Of Trumpets. Hark, 'tis the sound that charms 31 412 153: Flow On, Thou Shining River. (Portuguese Air.) Flow on, thou shining river; 16 324 154: Fly Not Yet. Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour, 26 367 155: Fools' Paradise. Dream The First. I have been, like Puck, I have been, in a trice, 68 311 156: For Thee Alone. For thee alone I brave the boundless deep, 20 358 157: Forget Not The Field. Forget not the field where they perished, 20 333 158: Fragment Of A Character. Here lies Factotum Ned at last; 44 367 159: Fragment Of A Mythological Hymn To Love.[1] Blest infant of eternity! 34 336 160: Fragment. Pity me, love! I'll pity thee, 25 454 161: Fragments Of College Exercises. Mark those proud boasters of a splendid line, 28 393 162: From Life Without Freedom. From life without freedom, say, who would not fly? 12 474 163: From The Greek Of Meleager. Fill high the cup with liquid flame, 16 326 164: From The High Priest Of Apollo To A Virgin Of Delphi.[1] Who is the maid, with golden hair, 69 359 165: From The Hon. Henry ----, To Lady Emma ----. You bid me explain, my dear angry Ma'amselle, 1833 52 299 166: From This Hour The Pledge Is Given. From this hour the pledge is given, 20 345 167: Fum And Hum, The Two Birds Of Royalty. One day the Chinese Bird of Royalty, FUM, 48 325 168: Gayly Sounds The Castanet. (Maltese Air.) Gayly sounds the castanet, 24 413 169: Gazel. Haste, Maami, the spring is nigh; 24 423 170: Genius And Criticism. Of old, the Sultan Genius reigned, 60 328 171: Go Forth To The Mount, (Air.--Stevenson.) Go forth to the Mount; bring the olive-branch home 16 372 172: Go Where Glory Waits Thee. Go where glory waits thee, 39 343 173: Go, Let Me Weep. (Air.--Stevenson.) Go, let me weep--there's bliss in tears, 18 353 174: Go, Now, And Dream. (Sicilian Air.) Go, now, and dream o'er that joy in thy slumber 10 367 175: Go, Then--'Tis Vain. (Sicilian Air.) Go, then--'tis vain to hover 16 413 176: Grand Dinner Of Type And Co. A Poor Poet's Dream.[1] As I sate in my study, lone and still, 72 347 177: Greek Air List! 'tis a Grecian maid that sings, 14 385 178: Guess, Guess. I love a maid, a mystic maid, 20 379 179: Hark! 'Tis The Breeze. (Air.--Rousseau.) Hark! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling; 16 432 180: Hark! The Vesper Hymn Is Stealing. (Russian Air.) Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing 16 391 181: Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded. Has sorrow thy young days shaded, 32 409 182: Hat Versus Wig. Twixt Eldon's Hat and Eldon's Wig 1827 72 340 183: Hear Me But Once. (French Air.) Hear me but once, while o'er the grave, 9 347 184: Her Last Words, At Parting. Her last words, at parting, how can I forget? 16 407 185: Here At Thy Tomb. By Meleager. Here, at thy tomb, these tears I shed, 16 348 186: Here Sleeps The Bard. (Highland Air.) Here sleeps the Bard who knew so well 8 356 187: Here's The Bower. Here's the bower she loved so much, 18 376 188: Here, Take My Heart. Here, take my heart--'twill be safe in thy keeping, 16 342 189: Hero And Leander. The night wind is moaning with mournful sigh, 18 320 190: Hip, Hip, Hurra! Come, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim, 25 385 191: Hope Comes Again. Hope comes again, to this heart long a stranger, 12 358 192: Horace, Ode I. Lib. III. A Fragment. I hate thee, oh, Mob, as my Lady hates delf; 15 342 193: Horace, Ode Xi. Lib. Ii. Freely Translated By The Prince Regent. Come, Yarmouth, my boy, never trouble your brains, 50 367 194: Horace, Ode XXII. Lib. I. Freely Translated By Lord Eldon. The man who keeps a conscience pure, 33 349 195: Horace, Ode XXXVIII. Lib. I. A Fragment. Boy, tell the Cook that I hate all nicknackeries. 11 323 196: How Dear To Me The Hour. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, 8 355 197: How Happy, Once. How happy, once, tho' winged with sighs, 22 344 198: How Lightly Mounts The Muse'S Wing. (Air--Anonymous.) How lightly mounts the Muse's wing, 20 368 199: How Oft Has The Banshee Cried. How oft has the Banshee cried, 24 318 200: How Oft, When Watching Stars. (Savoyard Air.) Oft, when the watching stars grow pale, 20 476 201: How Shall I Woo? If I speak to thee in friendship's name, 30 374 202: How To Make A Good Politician. Whene'er you're in doubt, said a Sage I once knew, 48 438 203: How To Make One's Self A Peer. Choose some title that's dormant--the Peerage hath many-- 1834 50 344 204: How To Write By Proxy. Mong our neighbors, the French, in the good olden time 36 323 205: Hush, Hush! Hush, hush!"--how well 16 377 206: Hush, Sweet Lute. Hush, sweet Lute, thy songs remind me 16 375 207: Hymn Of A Virgin Of Delphi, At The Tomb Of Her Mother. Oh, lost, forever lost--no more 52 349 208: I Love But Thee. If, after all, you still will doubt and fear me, 18 378 209: I Saw From The Beach. I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, 16 400 210: I Saw The Moon Rise Clear. A Finland Love Song. I saw the moon rise clear 16 380 211: I Saw Thy Form In Youthful Prime. I saw thy form in youthful prime, 24 370 212: I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake. I wish I was by that dim Lake, 24 337 213: I'd Mourn The Hopes. I'd mourn the hopes that leave me, 32 340 214: I've A Secret To Tell Thee. I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here, 16 328 215: If In Loving, Singing. If in loving, singing, night and day 12 319 216: If Thou Wouldst Have Me Sing And Play. If thou wouldst have me sing and play, 32 350 217: If Thou'lt Be Mine. If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air, 20 381 218: If" And "Perhaps." Oh tidings of freedom! oh accents of hope! 44 381 219: Ill Omens. When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow, 28 349 220: Imitation Of Catullus. To Himself. Cease the sighing fool to play; 45 407 221: Imitation Of The Inferno Of Dante. I turned my steps and lo! a shadowy throng 97 320 222: Imitation. From The French. With women and apples both Paris and Adam 8 340 223: Impromptu, On Leaving Some Friends. No, never shall my soul forget 12 307 224: Impromptu. After A Visit To Mrs. ----, Of Montreal. Twas but for a moment--and yet in that time 12 386 225: Impromptu. Upon Being Obliged To Leave A Pleasant Party, From The Want Of A Pair Of Breeches To Dress For Dinner In. Between Adam and me the great difference is, 1810 4 314 226: In Myrtle Wreaths. By Alcaeus. In myrtle wreaths my votive sword I'll cover, 16 349 227: In The Morning Of Life. In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, 24 460 228: Incantation. From The New Tragedy Of "The Brunswickers." Thrice hath scribbling Kenyon scrawled, 69 335 229: Inconstancy. And do I then wonder that Julia deceives me, 12 329 230: Intended Tribute To The Author Of An Article In The Last Number Of The Quarterly Review, Entitled "Romanism In Ireland." It glads us much to be able to say, 63 302 231: Intolerance, A Satire. Start not, my friend, nor think the Muse will stain 100 371 232: Invitation To Dinner. Addressed To Lord Lansdowne. Some think we bards have nothing real; 32 349 233: Irish Antiquities. According to some learned opinions 12 409 234: Is It Not Sweet To Think, Hereafter. (Air.--Haydn.) Is it not sweet to think, hereafter, 24 401 235: It Is Not The Tear At This Moment Shed.[1] It is not the tear at this moment shed, 16 334 236: Joys Of Youth, How Fleeting! (Portuguese Air.) Whisperings, heard by wakeful maids, 20 325 237: Keep Those Eyes Still Purely Mine. Keep those eyes still purely mine, 12 414 238: King Crack[1] And His Idols. King Crack was the best of all possible Kings, 24 389 239: Lalla Rookh In that delightful Province of the Sun, 5718 398 240: Lament For The Loss Of Lord Bathurst's Tail. All in again--unlookt for bliss! 60 384 241: Late Tithe Case. No, not for yourselves, ye reverend men, 1833 41 334 242: Latest Accounts From Olympus. As news from Olympus has grown rather rare, 57 384 243: Lay His Sword By His Side. Lay his sword by his side, it hath served him too well 24 384 244: Les Hommes Automates. It being an object now to meet 1834 48 385 245: Lesbia Hath A Beaming Eye. Lesbia hath a beaming eye, 39 381 246: Let Erin Remember The Days Of Old. Let Erin remember the days of old. 16 356 247: Let Joy Alone Be Remembered Now. Let thy joys alone be remembered now, 24 393 248: Let's Take This World As Some Wide Scene. Let's take this world as some wide scene. 24 377 249: Letter From Larry O'Branigan To The Rev. Murthagh O'Mulligan. Arrah, where were you, Murthagh, that beautiful day? 29 411 250: Light Sounds The Harp. Light sounds the harp when the combat is over, 28 352 251: Like Morning, When Her Early Breeze. (Air. Beethoven.) Like morning, when her early breeze 16 433 252: Like One Who, Doomed. Like one who, doomed o'er distant seas 16 327 253: Lines On The Death Of Joseph Atkinson, Esq., Of Dublin. If ever life was prosperously cast, 20 342 254: Lines On The Death Of Mr. Perceval. In the dirge we sung o'er him no censure was heard, 16 311 255: Lines On The Death Of Sheridan. Yes, grief will have way--but the fast falling tear 56 383 256: Lines On The Departure Of Lord Castlereagh And Stewart For The Continent. Go, Brothers in wisdom--go, bright pair of Peers, 36 315 257: Lines On The Entry Of The Austrians Into Naples, 1821. Ay--down to the dust with them, slaves as they are, 44 407 258: Lines Written At The Cohos, Or Falls Of The Mohawk Kiver.[1] From rise of morn till set of sun 36 429 259: Lines Written In A Storm At Sea. That sky of clouds is not the sky 36 390 260: Lines Written On Leaving Philadelphia. Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer roved, 32 382 261: Literary Advertisement. Wanted--Authors of all-work to job for the season, 44 324 262: Little Man And Little Soul. A Ballad. There was a little Man and he had a little Soul, 34 334 263: Long Years Have Past. Long years have past, old friend, since we 24 376 264: Lord Henley And St. Cecilia As snug in his bed Lord Henley lay, 44 325 265: Lord Wellington And The Ministers. So gently in peace Alcibiades smiled, 1813 8 316 266: Lord, Who Shall Bear That Day. (Air.--Dr. Boyce.) Lord, who shall bear that day, so dread, so splendid, 18 318 267: Love Alone. If thou wouldst have thy charms enchant our eyes, 12 387 268: Love And Hope. (Swiss Air.) At morn, beside yon summer sea, 30 342 269: Love And Hymen. Love had a fever--ne'er could close 16 346 270: Love And Marriage. Still the question I must parry, 20 372 271: Love And Reason. Twas in the summer time so sweet, 77 376 272: Love And The Novice. Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, 21 348 273: Love And The Sun-Dial. Young Love found a Dial once in a dark shade 18 377 274: Love And Time. Tis said--but whether true or not 30 413 275: Love Is A Hunter-Boy. (Languedocian Air.) Love is a hunter-boy, 16 349 276: Love Thee, Dearest? Love Thee? Love thee, dearest? love thee? 18 436 277: Love Thee? Love thee?--so well, so tenderly 24 389 278: Love's Light Summer-Cloud. Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us 24 376 279: Love's Victory. Sing to Love--for, oh, 'twas he 26 401 280: Love's Young Dream. Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright 33 343 281: Love, Wandering Thro' The Golden Maze. Love, wandering through the golden maze 8 354 282: Lusitanian War-Song. The song of war shall echo thro' our mountains, 18 308 283: Lying. I do confess, in many a sigh, 32 326 284: Memorabilia Of Last Week. The Budget--quite charming and witty--no hearing, 1826 58 296 285: Merrily Every Bosom Boundeth. (The Tyrolese Song Of Liberty.) Merrily every bosom boundeth, 30 333 286: Mind Not Tho' Daylight. Mind not tho' daylight around us is breaking, 12 435 287: Missing. Whereas, Lord ---- de ---- 1832 52 344 288: Moral Positions. A Dream. T'other night, after hearing Lord Dudley's oration 28 353 289: Morality. A Familiar Epistle. Though long at school and college dozing. 94 348 290: Mr. Roger Dodsworth. What a lucky turn-up!--just as Eldon's withdrawing, 1826 24 327 291: Musings Of An Unreformed Peer. Of all the odd plans of this monstrously queer age, 43 350 292: Musings. Suggested By The Late Promotion Of Mrs. Nethercoat. Whether as queens or subjects, in these days, 38 364 293: My Birth-Day. My birth-day"--what a different sound 40 349 294: My Gentle Harp. My gentle harp, once more I waken 32 349 295: My Harp Has One Unchanging Theme. (Swedish Air.) My harp has one unchanging theme, 16 324 296: My Heart And Lute. I give thee all--I can no more 16 414 297: My Mopsa Is Little. By Philodemus. My Mopsa is little, my Mopsa is brown, 18 329 298: Nature's Labels. A Fragment. In vain we fondly strive to trace 46 448 299: Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear. Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns 28 355 300: Ne'er Ask The Hour. Ne'er ask the hour--what is it to us 24 344 301: Ne'er Talk Of Wisdom's Gloomy Schools. (Mahratta Air.) Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools; 16 418 302: Nets And Cages.[1] (Swedish Air.) Come, listen to my story, while 42 307 303: New Creation Of Peers. Batch The First. And now," quoth the Minister, (eased of his panics, 1827 47 331 304: New Grand Exhibition Of Models Of The Two Houses Of Parliament. Come, step in, gentlefolks, here ye may view 46 362 305: New Hospital For Sick Literati. With all humility we beg 70 334 306: New-Fashioned Echoes. There are echoes, we know, of all sorts, 1828 60 315 307: News For Country Cousins. Dear Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper, 1826 40 359 308: Nights Of Music. Nights of music, nights of loving, 16 406 309: No, Not More Welcome. No, not more welcome the fairy numbers 16 340 310: No--Leave My Heart To Rest. No--leave my heart to rest, if rest it may, 14 373 311: Nonsense. Good reader! if you e'er have seen, 12 390 312: Not From Thee. Not from thee the wound should come, 24 384 313: Notions On Reform. By A Modern Reformer. Of all the misfortunes as yet brought to pass 40 332 314: O Say, Thou Best And Brightest. O say, thou best and brightest, 16 356 315: O'Donohue's Mistress. Of all the fair months, that round the sun 30 373 316: Occasional Address For The Opening Of The New Theatre Of St. Stephen, This day a New House for your edification 48 317 317: Occasional Epilogue. Spoken By Mr. Cobby, In The Character Of Vapid, After The Play Of The Dramatist, At The Kilkenny Theatre. Ladies and Gentlemen, on Monday night, 38 355 318: Ode To A Hat. Hail, reverent Hat!--sublime mid all 54 337 319: Ode To Don Miguel. What! Miguel, not patriotic! oh, fy! 1828 32 340 320: Ode To Ferdinand. Quit the sword, thou King of men, 1827 53 365 321: Ode To The Goddess Ceres. Dear Goddess of Corn whom the ancients, we know, 48 321 322: Ode To The Sublime Porte. Great Sultan, how wise are thy state compositions! 1826 28 337 323: Ode To The Woods And Forests. By One Of The Board. Let other bards to groves repair, 1828 36 327 324: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode I. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure, 24 330 325: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode II. Give me the harp of epic song, 20 351 326: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode III. Listen to the Muse's lyre, 14 375 327: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode IV. Vulcan! hear your glorious task; 24 317 328: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode IX. I pray thee, by the gods above, 26 321 329: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode L. When wine I quaff, before my eyes 40 365 330: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow, 12 344 331: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LII. Away, away, ye men of rules, 18 315 332: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LIII. When I behold the festive train 20 328 333: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LIX. Ripened by the solar beam, 30 363 334: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring, 66 344 335: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LVI. He, who instructs the youthful crew 24 298 336: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LVII. Whose was the artist hand that spread 36 364 337: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LVIII. When Gold, as fleet as zephyr's' pinion, 46 323 338: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LX. Awake to life, my sleeping shell, 54 351 339: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXI. Youth's endearing charms are fled; 14 314 340: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught, 16 335 341: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXIII. To Love, the soft and blooming child, 6 331 342: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose well-aimed spear 12 312 343: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXIX. They wove the lotus band to deck 10 312 344: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting, 16 344 345: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXVI. To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine, 34 313 346: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXVII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn 8 324 347: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXVIII. Now Neptune's month our sky deforms, 10 331 348: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXX. A broken cake, with honey sweet, 8 352 349: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXI. With twenty chords my lyre is hung, 8 336 350: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid, 6 344 351: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXIII. Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower, 6 326 352: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXIV. Monarch Love, resistless boy, 12 331 353: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXV. Spirit of Love, whose locks unrolled, 12 306 354: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXVI. Hither, gentle Muse of mine, 8 338 355: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXVII. Would that I were a tuneful lyre, 8 268 356: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXVIII. When Cupid sees how thickly now, 36 292 357: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode V. Sculptor, wouldst thou glad my soul, 26 333 358: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode VI. As late I sought the spangled bowers, 12 362 359: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode VII. The women tell me every day 14 288 360: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode VIII. I care not for the idle state 22 337 361: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode X. How am I to punish thee, 14 350 362: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XI. Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee, 24 328 363: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XII. They tell how Atys, wild with love, 16 318 364: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XIII. I will, I will, the conflict's past, 32 319 365: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XIV. Count me, on the summer trees, 40 334 366: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid, 12 324 367: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XL. I know that Heaven hath sent me here, 16 372 368: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLI. When Spring adorns the dewy scene, 10 302 369: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine, 24 342 370: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed 26 303 371: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers, 24 325 372: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy, 16 333 373: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep, 14 291 374: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLVI. Behold, the young, the rosy Spring, 22 357 375: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLVII. Tis true, my fading years decline, 22 332 376: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep, 22 380 377: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XV. Tell me, why, my sweetest dove, 46 331 378: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues 46 312 379: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XVII. And now with all thy pencil's truth, 58 462 380: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XVIII. Now the star of day is high, 16 374 381: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XX. One day the Muses twined the hands 12 339 382: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXI. Observe when mother earth is dry, 12 430 383: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXII. The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm, 24 339 384: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre, 22 318 385: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXIV. To all that breathe the air of heaven, 22 297 386: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXIX. Yes--loving is a painful thrill, 22 321 387: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXV. Once in each revolving year, 30 411 388: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms, 12 348 389: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXVII. We read the flying courser's name 8 319 390: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXVIII. As, by his Lemnian forge's flame, 26 363 391: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXX. Twas in a mocking dream of night 16 307 392: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXI. Armed with hyacinthine rod, 16 354 393: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXII. Strew me a fragrant bed of leaves, 30 334 394: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXIII. Twas noon of night, when round the pole 48 307 395: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation blest, 32 357 396: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXIX. How I love the festive boy, 8 324 397: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed 20 367 398: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXVI. If hoarded gold possest the power 22 323 399: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXVII. Twas night, and many a circling bowl 24 316 400: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectared bowl, 38 362 401: Odes Of Anacreon - Ode. LIV. Methinks, the pictured bull we see 10 328 402: Odes To Nea; Written At Bermuda. Nay, tempt me not to love again, 132 396 403: Oft, In The Stilly Night. (Scotch Air.) Oft in the stilly night, 28 349 404: Oh Banquet Not. Oh banquet not in those shining bowers, 16 329 405: Oh Fair! Oh Purest! Saint Augustine To His Sister. (Air.--Moore) Oh fair! oh purest! be thou the dove 20 314 406: Oh For The Swords Of Former Time! Oh for the swords of former time! 21 323 407: Oh The Shamrock. Thro' Erin's Isle, 48 345 408: Oh Thou Who Dry'st The Mourner's Tear. (Air.--Haydn.) Oh Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, 24 325 409: Oh! Blame Not The Bard.[1] Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers, 32 318 410: Oh! Breathe Not His Name. Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, 8 346 411: Oh! Doubt Me Not. Oh! doubt me not--the season 24 338 412: Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle Of Our Own. Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own, 20 327 413: Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light. Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, 24 324 414: Oh, Arranmore, Loved Arranmore. Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, 24 346 415: Oh, Call It By Some Better Name. Oh, call it by some better name, 16 397 416: Oh, Come To Me When Daylight Sets. (Venetian Air.) Oh, come to me when daylight sets; 24 341 417: Oh, Could We Do With This World Of Ours. Oh, could we do with this world of ours 24 324 418: Oh, Days Of Youth. (French Air.) Oh, days of youth and joy, long clouded, 16 374 419: Oh, Do Not Look So Bright And Blest. Oh, do not look so bright and blest, 24 364 420: Oh, Guard Our Affection. Oh, guard our affection, nor e'er let it feel 12 321 421: Oh, No--Not Even When First We Loved. (Cashmerian Air.) Oh, no--not even when first we loved, 16 341 422: Oh, Soon Return. Our white sail caught the evening ray, 24 324 423: Oh, Teach Me To Love Thee. (Air.--Haydn.) Oh, teach me to love Thee, to feel what thou art, 15 336 424: Oh, The Sight Entrancing. Oh, the sight entrancing, 35 294 425: Oh, Ye Dead! Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead![1] whom we know by the light you give 16 329 426: On A Squinting Poetess. To no one Muse does she her glance confine, 2 309 427: On Music. When thro' life unblest we rove, 24 343 428: On The Death Of A Friend. Pure as the mantle, which, o'er him who stood 10 376 429: On The Death Of A Lady, Sweet spirit! if thy airy sleep 16 307 430: One Bumper At Parting. One bumper at parting!--tho' many 36 317 431: One Dear Smile. Couldst thou look as dear as when 18 310 432: Our First Young Love. Our first young love resembles 17 327 433: Paddy's Metamorphosis. About fifty years since, in the days of our daddies, 1833 33 346 434: Parody Of A Celebrated Letter. At length, dearest Freddy, the moment is night 127 371 435: Peace And Glory. Where is now the smile, that lightened 32 352 436: Peace Be Around Thee. (Scotch Air.) Peace be around thee, wherever thou rov'st; 16 341 437: Peace To The Slumberers! (Catalonian Air.) Peace to the slumberers! 18 322 438: Peace, Peace To Him That's Gone! When I am dead. 24 362 439: Police Reports. Case Of Imposture. Among other stray flashmen disposed of, this week, 36 321 440: Poor Broken Flower. Poor broken flower! what art can now recover thee? 12 345 441: Poor Wounded Heart Poor wounded heart, farewell! 18 337 442: Proposals For A Gynaecocracy. Addressed To A Late Radical Meeting. As Whig Reform has had its range, 48 332 443: Quick! We Have But A Second. Quick! we have but a second, 24 387 444: Reason, Folly, And Beauty. (Italian Air.) Reason and Folly and Beauty, they say, 36 363 445: Recent Dialogue. A Bishop and a bold dragoon, 1825 40 785 446: Reflections. Addressed To The Author Of The Article Of The Church In The Last Number Of The Quarterly Review. I'm quite of your mind;--tho' these Pats cry aloud 44 327 447: Reinforcements For Lord Wellington. As recruits in these times are not easily got 27 336 448: Religion And Trade. Say, who was the wag, indecorously witty, 32 336 449: Remember The Time. (The Castilian Maid.) Remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, 16 345 450: Remember Thee. Remember thee? yes, while there's life in this heart, 12 327 451: Remonstrance. What! thou, with thy genius, thy youth, and thy name 36 329 452: Resolutions Passed At A Late Meeting Of Reverends And Right Reverends. Resolved--to stick to every particle 57 356 453: Reuben And Rose. A Tale Of Romance. The darkness that hung upon Willumberg's walls 68 326 454: Rhymes On The Road. Extract I. Geneva. Twas late--the sun had almost shone 72 294 455: Rhymes On The Road. Extract II. Geneva. Yes--if there yet live some of those, 51 310 456: Rhymes On The Road. Extract III. Geneva. Even here in this region of wonders I find 36 382 457: Rhymes On The Road. Extract IV. Milan. Went to the Brera--saw a Dance of Loves 43 279 458: Rhymes On The Road. Extract IX. Venice. And is there then no earthly place, 42 316 459: Rhymes On The Road. Extract V. Padua. The more I've viewed this world the more I've found, 35 303 460: Rhymes On The Road. Extract VI. Venice. Mourn not for VENICE--let her rest 72 293 461: Rhymes On The Road. Extract VII. Venice. Let me a moment--ere with fear and hope 66 303 462: Rhymes On The Road. Extract VIII. Venice. Thy brave, thy learned have passed away: 92 311 463: Rhymes On The Road. Extract X. Mantua. They tell me thou'rt the favored guest 38 294 464: Rhymes On The Road. Extract XI. Florence. No--'tis not the region where Love's to be found 73 286 465: Rhymes On The Road. Extract XII. Florence. If it be true that Music reigns, 76 405 466: Rhymes On The Road. Extract XIII. Rome. Twas a proud moment--even to hear the words 88 292 467: Rhymes On The Road. Extract XIV. Rome. Filled with the wonders I had seen 155 326 468: Rhymes On The Road. Extract XV. Rome. No wonder, MARY, that thy story 99 292 469: Rhymes On The Road. Extract XVI. Les Charmettes. Strange power of Genius, that can throw 108 309 470: Rhymes On The Road. Introductory Rhymes. What various attitudes and ways 92 338 471: Rich And Rare Were The Gems She Wore.[1] Rich and rare were the gems she wore, 16 276 472: Rings And Seals. Go!" said the angry, weeping maid, 36 321 473: Rival Topics.[1] An Extravaganza. Oh Wellington and Stephenson, 48 274 474: Rondeau. Good night! good night!"--And is it so? 18 295 475: Rose Of The Desert Rose of the Desert! thou, whose blushing ray, 12 325 476: Round The World Goes. Round the world goes, by day and night, 24 326 477: Row Gently Here. (Venetian Air.) Row gently here, 20 276 478: Sail On, Sail On. Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark 16 543 479: Sale Of Cupid. By Meleager. Who'll buy a little boy? Look, yonder is he, 24 284 480: Say, What Shall Be Our Sport To-Day? (Sicilian Air.) Say, what shall be our sport today? 16 314 481: Say, What Shall We Dance? Say, what shall we dance? 22 305 482: Scene From A Play, Acted At Oxford, Called "Matriculation." Doctor P.--There, my lad, lie the 35 335 483: Scepticism. Ere Psyche drank the cup that shed 36 305 484: See, The Dawn From Heaven. (To An Air Sung At Rome, On Christmas Eve.) See, the dawn from Heaven is breaking 16 301 485: Shall The Harp Then Be Silent. Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave 40 310 486: She Is Far From The Land. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, 16 335 487: She Sung Of Love. She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre 24 381 488: Shine Out, Stars! Shine out, Stars! let Heaven assemble 16 351 489: Should Those Fond Hopes. (Portuguese Air.) Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee, 16 311 490: Silence Is In Our Festal Halls. Silence is in our festal halls, 32 263 491: Since First Thy Word. (Air.--Nicholas Freeman.) Since first Thy Word awaked my heart, 16 307 492: Sing, Sweet Harp. Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me 36 309 493: Sing--Sing--Music Was Given. Sing--sing--Music was given, 24 344 494: Sir Andrew's Dream. As snug, on a Sunday eve, of late, 62 304 495: Sketch Of The First Act Of A New Romantic Drama. And now," quoth the goddess, in accents jocose, 54 331 496: Slumber, Oh Slumber. Slumber, oh slumber; if sleeping thou mak'st 14 327 497: So Warmly We Met. (Hungarian Air.) So warmly we met and so fondly we parted, 16 285 498: Some Account Of The Late Dinner To Dan. From tongue to tongue the rumor flew; 47 261 499: Song Of A Hyperborean. I come from a land in the sun bright deep, 27 324 500: Song Of Hercules To His Daughter. I've been, oh, sweet daughter, 32 331 501: Song Of Innisfail. They came from a land beyond the sea, 24 316 502: Song Of Old Puck. Who wants old Puck? for here am I, 58 300 503: Song Of The Battle Eve. To-morrow, comrade, we 28 281 504: Song Of The Church. No. 1. Leave Me Alone. A Pastoral Ballad. Come, list to my pastoral tones, 1838 48 313 505: Song Of The Departing Spirit Of Tithe. It is o'er, it is o'er, my reign is o'er; 81 290 506: Song Of The Evil Spirit Of The Woods.[1] Now the vapor, hot and damp, 56 341 507: Song Of The Nubian Girl. O Abyssinian tree, 16 349 508: Song Of The Poco-Curante Society. To those we love we've drank tonight; 40 281 509: Song Of The Two Cupbearers. Drink of this cup--Osiris sips 42 282 510: Song. If I swear by that eye, you'll allow, 20 351 511: Song. When Time who steals our years away 36 319 512: Song. Have you not seen the timid tear, 16 322 513: Song. The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove, 12 300 514: Song. Why does azure deck the sky? 18 349 515: Song. Fly from the world, O Bessy! to me, 32 296 516: Song. Think on that look whose melting ray 12 320 517: Song. Mary, I believed thee true, 18 313 518: Song. Take back the sigh, thy lips of art 15 286 519: Song. Where is the heart that would not give 20 279 520: Song. Fanny, Dearest. Yes! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, 24 308 521: Song. On The Birthday Of Mrs. ----. Of all my happiest hours of joy, 1799 39 322 522: Sound The Loud Timbrel. Miriam's Song. (Alr.--Avison.)[1] Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! 16 299 523: Sovereign Woman. A Ballad. The dance was o'er, yet still in dreams 32 279 524: Spanish Air.--"Ya Desperto." But ah! if vain the patriot's zeal, 12 257 525: Spanish Chorus. Hark! from Spain, indignant Spain, 8 282 526: Speech On The Umbrella Question. My Lords, I'm accused of a trick that God knows is 1827 24 353 527: Spring And Autumn. Every season hath its pleasures; 24 332 528: St. Jerome On Earth. As St. Jerome who died some ages ago, 1832 47 321 529: St. Jerome On Earth. Second Visit. Once more," said Jerome, "I'll run up and see 71 242 530: St. Senanus And The Lady. Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle, 18 347 531: Stanzas From The Banks Of The Shannon. No longer dear Vesey, feel hurt and uneasy 1828 32 291 532: Stanzas Written In Anticipation Of Defeat. Go seek for some abler defenders of wrong, 1828 36 287 533: Stanzas. A beam of tranquillity smiled in the west, 28 957 534: Still Thou Fliest. Still thou fliest, and still I woo thee, 16 320 535: Still When Daylight. Still when daylight o'er the wave 20 247 536: Still, Like Dew In Silence Falling. By Meleager. Still, like dew in silence falling, 15 330 537: Sublime Was The Warning. Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke, 32 329 538: Sunday Ethics. A Scotch Ode. Puir, profligate Londoners, having heard tell 30 325 539: Sweet Innisfallen. Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well, 36 295 540: Swiss Air.--"Ranz Des Vaches." But wake, the trumpet's blast again, 12 329 541: Sympathy. Our hearts, my love, were formed to be 12 307 542: Take Back The Virgin Page. Take back the virgin page, 32 309 543: Take Hence The Bowl. (Neapolitan Air.) Take hence the bowl;--tho' beaming 16 345 544: Tell Her, Oh, Tell Her. Tell her, oh, tell her, the lute she left lying 12 315 545: The "Living Dog" And "The Dead Lion." Next week will be published (as "Lives" are the rage) 1828 28 301 546: The Annual Pill. Vill nobodies try my nice Annual Pill, 30 276 547: The Bird, Let Loose. (Air.--Beethoven.) The bird, let loose in eastern skies, 16 276 548: The Boy Of The Alps. Lightly, Alpine rover, 30 324 549: The Boy Statesman. By A Tory. Ah, Tories dear, our ruin is near, 44 281 550: The Brunswick Club. Private,--Lord Belzebub presents 52 326 551: The Canonization Of Saint Butterworth. Canonize him!--yea, verily, we'll canonize him, 52 251 552: The Catalogue. Come, tell me," says Rosa, as kissing and kist, 42 320 553: The Cherries. A Parable. See those cherries, how they cover 1838 40 265 554: The Consultation. Dr. Whig.--This wild Irish patient does pester me so. 1833 51 271 555: The Crystal-Hunters. (Swiss Air.) O'er mountains bright 33 324 556: The Dance Of Bishops; Or, The Episcopal Quadrille.[1] A Dream. I've had such a dream--a frightful dream 1833 72 334 557: The Dawn Is Breaking O'er Us. The dawn is breaking o'er us, 36 331 558: The Day Of Love. The beam of morning trembling 15 322 559: The Day-Dream. They both were husht, the voice, the chords, 48 327 560: The Devil Among The Scholars, A Fragment. But, whither have these gentle ones, 145 369 561: The Donkey And His Panniers. A Fable. A donkey whose talent for burdens was wondrous, 1826 36 309 562: The Dream Of Home. Who has not felt how sadly sweet 16 305 563: The Dream Of The Two Sisters. From Dante. Twas eve's soft hour, and bright, above. 40 325 564: The Dream Of Those Days. The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er, 12 323 565: The Duke Is The Lad. The Duke is the lad to frighten a lass. 18 301 566: The Dying Warrior. A wounded Chieftain, lying 25 368 567: The East Indian. Come, May, with all thy flowers, 24 312 568: The Euthanasia Of Van. Stop, Intellect, in mercy stop, 40 320 569: The Evening Gun. Remember'st thou that setting sun, 16 304 570: The Exile. Night waneth fast, the morning star 16 361 571: The Fall Of Hebe. A Dithyrambic Ode. Twas on a day 163 327 572: The Fancy Fair. Come, maids and youths, for here we sell 25 302 573: The Fortune-Teller. Down in the valley come meet me to-night, 24 354 574: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter I. From Miss Biddy Fudge To Miss Dorothy ----, Of Clonkilty, In Ireland. Dear DOLL, while the tails of our horses are plaiting, 117 332 575: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter II. From Phil. Fudge, Esq., To The Lord Viscount Castlereagh. At length, my Lord, I have the bliss 140 366 576: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter III. From Mr. Bob Fudge To Richard ----, Esq. Oh Dick! you may talk of your writing and reading, 101 369 577: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter IV. From Phelim Connor To ---- Return!"--no, never, while the withering hand 120 366 578: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter IX. Prom Phil. Fudge, Esq., To The Lord Viscount Castlereagh. My Lord, the Instructions, brought to-day, 308 309 579: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter V. From Miss Biddy Fudge To Miss Dorothy ----. What a time since I wrote!--I'm a sad, naughty girl 149 295 580: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter VI. From Phil. Fudge, Esq., To His Brother Tim Fudge, Esq., Barrister At Law. Yours of the 12th received, just now 229 334 581: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter VII. From Phelim Connor To--. Before we sketch the Present--let us cast 163 306 582: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter VIII. From Mr. Bob Fudge To Richard ----, Esq. Dear DICK, while old DONALDSON'S[1] mending my stays, 132 271 583: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter X. From Miss Biddy Fudge To Miss Dorothy ----. Well, it isn't the King, after all, my dear creature! 142 359 584: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter XI. From Phelim Connor To ----. Yes, 'twas a cause, as noble and as great 50 359 585: The Fudge Family In Paris Letter XII. From Miss Biddy Fudge To Miss Dorothy ----. At last, DOLLY,--thanks to potent emetic, 183 319 586: The Fudges In England. Letter I. From Patrick Magan, Esq., To The Rev. Richard ----; Curate Of ----, In Ireland. Who d' ye think we've got here?--quite reformed from the giddy. 96 315 587: The Fudges In England. Letter II. From Miss Biddy Fudge To Mrs. Elizabeth ----. Just in time for the post, dear, and monstrously busy, 169 310 588: The Fudges In England. Letter III. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----. Dark comrade of my path! while earth and sky 157 326 589: The Fudges In England. Letter IV. From Patrick Magan, Esq., To The Rev. Richard ----. He comes from Erin's speechful shore 120 278 590: The Fudges In England. Letter IX. From Larry O'Branigan, To His Wife Judy. As it was but last week that I sint you a letther, 125 354 591: The Fudges In England. Letter V. From Larry O'Branigan, In England, To His Wife Judy, At Mullinafad. Dear Judy, I sind you this bit of a letther, 126 346 592: The Fudges In England. Letter VI. From Miss Biddy Fudge, To Mrs. Elizabeth ----. How I grieve you're not with us!--pray, come, if you can, 194 277 593: The Fudges In England. Letter VII. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----. Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers, 124 358 594: The Fudges In England. Letter VIII. From Bob Fudge, Esq., To The Rev. Mortimer O'Mulligan. I much regret, dear Reverend Sir, 124 332 595: The Fudges In England. Letter X. From The Rev. Mortimer O'Mulligan, To The Rev. ----. These few brief lines, my reverend friend, 119 330 596: The Fudges In England. Letter XI. From Patrick Magan, Esq., To The Rev. Richard ----. ------, Ireland. Dear Dick--just arrived at my own humblegîte, 68 328 597: The Garland I Send Thee. The Garland I send thee was culled from those bowers 12 285 598: The Gazelle. Dost thou not hear the silver bell, 24 344 599: The Genius Of Harmony. An Irregular Ode. There lies a shell beneath the waves, 113 347 600: The Ghost Of Miltiades. The Ghost of Miltiades came at night, 58 310 601: The Grecian Girl's Dream Of The Blessed Islands.[1] Was it the moon, or was it morning's ray, 94 286 602: The Halcyon Hangs O'er Ocean. The halcyon hangs o'er ocean, 12 281 603: The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls. The harp that once thro' Tara's halls 16 318 604: The High-Born Ladye. In vain all the Knights to the Underwald wooed her, 32 320 605: The Homeward March. Be still my heart: I hear them come: 28 331 606: The Indian Boat. Twas midnight dark, 48 291 607: The Insurrection Of The Papers. A Dream. Last night I tost and turned in bed, 53 280 608: The Irish Peasant To His Mistress.[1] Thro' grief and thro' danger thy smile hath cheered my way, 18 304 609: The Irish Slave. I heard as I lay, a wailing sound, 1827 60 386 610: The Kiss. Grow to my lip, thou sacred kiss, 18 390 611: The Lake Of The Dismal Swamp. A Ballad. They made her a grave, too cold and damp 40 346 612: The Language Of Flowers. Fly swift, my light gazelle, 24 364 613: The Leaf And The Fountain. Tell me, kind Seer, I pray thee, 55 376 614: The Legacy. When in death I shall calmly recline, 24 298 615: The Legend Of Puck The Fairy. Wouldst know what tricks, by the pale moonlight, 22 305 616: The Light Of The Haram. Who has not heard of the Vale of CASHMERE, 743 395 617: The Limbo Of Lost Reputations. A Dream. Knowest thou not him the poet sings, 1828 68 329 618: The Loves Of The Angels. Twas when the world was in its prime, 1908 330 619: The Mad Tory And The Comet. Tho' all the pet mischiefs we count upon fail, 1833 48 347 620: The Magic Mirror. Come, if thy magic Glass have power 32 315 621: The Meeting Of The Ships. When o'er the silent seas alone, 12 294 622: The Meeting Of The Waters.[1] There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 16 335 623: The Millennium. A millennium at hand!--I'm delighted to hear it 1826 36 302 624: The Minstrel-Boy. The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, 16 289 625: The Mountain Sprite. In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, 28 327 626: The Musical Box. Look here," said Rose, with laughing eyes, 26 394 627: The Natal Genius. A Dream In witching slumbers of the night, 30 285 628: The New Costume Of The Ministers. Having sent off the troops of brave Major Camac, 37 301 629: The Night Dance. Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, 22 337 630: The Numbering Of The Clergy. Come, give us more Livings and Rectors, 24 260 631: The Origin Of The Harp. Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee, 16 286 632: The Parallel. Yes, sad one of Sion,[1] if closely resembling, 28 320 633: The Parting Before The Battle. On to the field, our doom is sealed, 12 269 634: The Periwinkles And The Locusts. A Salmagundian Hymn. Hurra! hurra!" I heard them say, 46 300 635: The Petition Of The Orangemen Of Ireland. To the people of England, the humble Petition 1826 50 313 636: The Philosopher Aristippus[1] To A Lamp Which Had Been Given Him By Lais. Oh! love the Lamp" (my Mistress said), 95 292 637: The Pilgrim. Still thus, when twilight gleamed, 28 466 638: The Pretty Rose-Tree. Being weary of love, 28 349 639: The Prince's Day.[1] Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them, 39 331 640: The Rector And His Curate; Or, One Pound Two. The account is balanced--the bill drawn out, 16 314 641: The Resemblance. Yes, if 'twere any common love, 16 274 642: The Reverend Pamphleteer. A Romantic Ballad. Oh, have you heard what hapt of late? 44 313 643: The Ring. No--Lady! Lady! keep the ring: 56 330 644: The Ring[1] A Tale The happy day at length arrived 248 336 645: The Russian Lover. Fleetly o'er the moonlight snows 24 318 646: The Sale Of Loves. I dreamt that, in the Paphian groves, 51 339 647: The Sale Of The Tools. Here's a choice set of Tools for you, Ge'mmen and Ladies, 49 308 648: The Sceptic, A Philosophical Satire. As the gay tint that decks the vernal rose[1] 144 354 649: The Shield. Say, did you not hear a voice of death! 24 287 650: The Shrine. To ....... My fates had destined me to rove 14 313 651: The Sinking Fund Cried. Take your bell, take your bell, 42 269 652: The Snake. My love and I, the other day, 20 324 653: The Snow Spirit. No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep 94 365 654: The Song Of Fionnuala.[1] Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, 16 453 655: The Song Of O'Ruark, Prince Of Breffni.[1] The valley lay smiling before me, 32 268 656: The Song Of The Box. Let History boast of her Romans and Spartans, 40 367 657: The Song Of The Olden Time. There's a song of the olden time, 24 305 658: The Steerman's Song, When freshly blows the northern gale, 27 294 659: The Stranger. Come list, while I tell of the heart-wounded Stranger 32 292 660: The Summer Fête. Where are ye now, ye summer days, 951 366 661: The Summer Webs. The summer webs that float and shine, 16 295 662: The Surprise. Chloris, I swear, by all I ever swore, 5 357 663: The Sylph's Ball. A sylph, as bright as ever sported 96 385 664: The Tear. On beds of snow the moonbeam slept, 12 357 665: The Tell-Tale Lyre. I've heard, there was in ancient days 68 333 666: The Three Doctors. Tho' many great Doctors there be, 36 297 667: The Time I've Lost In Wooing. The time I've lost in wooing, 30 305 668: The Triumphs Of Farce. Our earth, as it rolls thro' the regions of space, 36 329 669: The Turf Shall Be My Fragrant Shrine. (Air.--Stevenson.) The turf shall be my fragrant shrine; 28 339 670: The Two Loves. There are two Loves, the poet sings, 45 316 671: The Valley Of The Nile. Far as the sight can reach, beneath as clear 32 313 672: The Voice. It came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days, 28 325 673: The Wandering Bard. What life like that of the bard can be 36 334 674: The Watchman. Past twelve o'clock--past twelve. 28 310 675: The Wellington Spa. Talk no more of your Cheltenham and Harrowgate springs, 1829 24 330 676: The Wine-Cup Is Circling. The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, 30 320 677: The Wonder. Come, tell me where the maid is found. 16 322 678: The World Was Husht. The world was husht, the moon above 24 290 679: The Wreath And The Chain. I bring thee, love, a golden chain, 46 311 680: The Young Indian Maid. There came a nymph dancing 20 342 681: The Young May Moon. The young May moon is beaming, love, 20 237 682: The Young Muleteers Of Grenada. Oh, the joys of our evening posada, 21 319 683: The Young Rose. The young rose I give thee, so dewy and bright, 8 342 684: Thee, Thee, Only Thee. The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, 24 280 685: Then First From Love. Then first from Love, in Nature's bowers, 16 251 686: Then, Fare Thee Well. (Old English Air.) Then, fare thee well, my own dear love, 30 315 687: There Are Sounds Of Mirth. There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, 24 337 688: There Comes A Time. (German Air.) There comes a time, a dreary time, 16 286 689: There Is A Bleak Desert. (Air.--Crescentini.) There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary 20 283 690: There's Something Strange. A Buffalo Song. There's something strange, I know not what, 24 338 691: They Know Not My Heart. They know not my heart, who believe there can be 12 296 692: They May Rail At This Life. They may rail at this life--from the hour I began it, 32 278 693: They Met But Once. They met but once, in youth's sweet hour, 24 291 694: They Tell Me Thou'rt The Favored Guest. They tell me thou'rt the favored guest 18 309 695: This Life Is All Checkered With Pleasures And Woes This life is all checkered with pleasures and woes, 24 338 696: This World Is All A Fleeting Show. (Air.--Stevenson.) This world is all a fleeting show, 15 294 697: Tho' 'Tis All But A Dream. (French Air.) Tho' 'tis all but a dream at the best, 22 303 698: Tho' Humble The Banquet. Tho' humble the banquet to which I invite thee, 20 282 699: Tho' Lightly Sounds The Song I Sing. A Song Of The Alps. Tho' lightly sounds the song I sing to thee, 16 286 700: Tho' The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See. Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, 12 278 701: Those Evening Bells. (Air.--The Bells Of St. Petersburgh.) Those evening bells! those evening bells! 12 336 702: Thou Art, O God. Thou art, O God, the life and light 24 306 703: Thou Bidst Me Sing. Thou bidst me sing the lay I sung to thee 16 291 704: Thou Lovest No More. Too plain, alas, my doom is spoken 16 311 705: Thoughts On Mischief. How various are the inspirations 72 287 706: Thoughts On Patrons, Puffs, And Other Matters. In An Epistle From Thomas Moore To Samuel Rogers. What, thou, my friend! a man of rhymes, 103 314 707: Thoughts On Tar Barrels. What a pleasing contrivance! how aptly devised 1832 20 329 708: Thoughts On The Late Destructive Propositions Of The Tories.[1] By A Common-Councilman. I sat me down in my easy chair, 1835 58 306 709: Thoughts On The Present Government Of Ireland. Oft have I seen, in gay, equestrian pride, 1828 31 292 710: Tibullus To Sulpicia. Never shall woman's smile have power 24 285 711: Tis All For Thee. If life for me hath joy or light, 24 338 712: Tis Gone, And For Ever. Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, 24 285 713: Tis Sweet To Think. Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove, 24 292 714: Tis The Last Rose Of Summer. Tis the last rose of summer 24 312 715: To ....... With all my soul, then, let us part, 16 350 716: To .... .... Never mind how the pedagogue proses, 28 286 717: To .... .... The world has just begun to steal 32 270 718: To .... .... Die when you will, you need not wear 6 301 719: To .... .... And hast thou marked the pensive shade, 36 330 720: To .... .... On Seeing Her With A White Veil And A Rich Girdle. Put off the vestal Veil, nor, oh! 8 304 721: To ....... Remember him thou leavest behind, 40 346 722: To ....... That wrinkle, when first I espied it, 12 300 723: To ....... When I loved you, I can't but allow 8 334 724: To ....... Sweet lady, look not thus again: 20 380 725: To ....... Tis time, I feel, to leave thee now, 28 263 726: To ....... Come, take thy harp--'tis vain to muse 24 337 727: To .......'s Picture. Go then, if she, whose shade thou art, 16 294 728: To ......., 1801. To be the theme of every hour 36 297 729: To A Boy, With A Watch, Written For A Friend Is it not sweet, beloved youth, 20 308 730: To A Lady, With Some Manuscript Poems, On Leaving The Country. When, casting many a look behind, 32 307 731: To A Lady. On Her Singing. Thy song has taught my heart to feel 16 292 732: To Cara, After An Interval Of Absence. Concealed within the shady wood 40 340 733: To Cara, On The Dawning Of A New Year's Day. When midnight came to close the year, 18 338 734: To Caroline, Viscountess Valletort. When I would sing thy beauty's light, 45 256 735: To Cloe. Imitated From Martial. I could resign that eye of blue. 12 321 736: To Francis, Earl Of Moira. I am, my Lord, 9 256 737: To George Morgan, Esq. Of Norfolk, Virginia. Oh, what a sea of storm we've past! 104 286 738: To His Serene Highness The Duke Of Montpensier On His Portrait Of The Lady Adelaide Forbes. To catch the thought, by painting's spell, 29 253 739: To James Corry, Esq. On His Making Me A Present Of A Wine Strainer. This life, dear Corry, who can doubt? 20 318 740: To Joseph Atkinson, Esq. The daylight is gone--but, before we depart, 58 312 741: To Julia Weeping. Oh! if your tears are given to care, 8 268 742: To Julia. Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream, 16 314 743: To Julia. Though Fate, my girl, may bid us part, 24 316 744: To Julia. I saw the peasant's hand unkind 12 282 745: To Julia. In Allusion To Some Illiberal Criticisms. Why, let the stingless critic chide 28 309 746: To Julia. On Her Birthday. When Time was entwining the garland of years, 8 295 747: To Ladies' Eyes. To Ladies' eyes around, boy, 36 269 748: To Lady Heathcote, On An Old Ring Found At Tunbridge-Wells. When Grammont graced these happy springs, 56 322 749: To Lady Holland. On Napoleon's Legacy Op A Snuff-Box. Gift of the Hero, on his dying day, 6 361 750: To Lady Jersey. On Being Asked To Write Something In Her Album. Oh albums, albums, how I dread 15 270 751: To Lord Viscount Strangford. Sweet Moon! if, like Crotona's sage, 88 271 752: To Miss ....... On Her Asking The Author Why She Had Sleepless Nights. I'll ask the sylph who round thee flies, 20 281 753: To Miss Moore. From Norfolk, In Virginia, November, 1803. In days, my Kate, when life was new, 134 332 754: To Miss Susan Beckford.[1] On Her Singing. I more than once have heard at night 32 246 755: To Mrs,---. On Her Beautiful Translation Of Voiture's Kiss. How heavenly was the poet's doom, 8 396 756: To Mrs. ....... To see thee every day that came, 24 308 757: To Mrs. ....... On Some Calumnies Against Her Character. Is not thy mind a gentle mind? 18 272 758: To Mrs. Bl----. They say that Love had once a book 60 293 759: To Mrs. Henry Tighe, On Reading Her "Psyche." Tell me the witching tale again, 44 321 760: To My Mother. They tell us of an Indian tree, 12 298 761: To Phillis. Phillis, you little rosy rake, 4 328 762: To Rosa. Is the song of Rosa mute? 16 256 763: To Rosa. Like one who trusts to summer skies, 8 315 764: To Rosa. Say, why should the girl of my soul be in tears 12 304 765: To Rosa. And are you then a thing of art, 16 315 766: To Rosa. Written During Illness. The wisest soul, by anguish torn, 32 341 767: To Sir Hudson Lowe. Sir Hudson Lowe, Sir Hudson Low, 1816 29 291 768: To The Book Of Follies. This tribute's from a wretched elf, 30 281 769: To The Boston Frigate, On Leaving Halifax For England,[1] October, 1804. With triumph, this morning, oh Boston! I hail 56 299 770: To The Fire-Fly.[1] At morning, when the earth and sky 12 344 771: To The Flying-Fish.[1] When I have seen thy snow-white wing 32 311 772: To The Honorable W. R. Spencer. Thou oft hast told me of the happy hours 122 283 773: To The Invisible Girl. They try to persuade me, my dear little sprite, 62 309 774: To The Lady Charlotte Rawdon. Not many months have now been dreamed away 182 319 775: To The Large And Beautiful Miss......, In wedlock a species of lottery lies, 8 335 776: To The Lord Viscount Forbes. If former times had never left a trace 184 383 777: To The Marchioness Dowager Of Donegall. Lady! where'er you roam, whatever land 98 356 778: To The Rev. Charles Overton, Curate Of Romaldkirk. Sweet singer of Romaldkirk, thou who art reckoned, 1833 30 349 779: To The Reverend ----. One Of The Sixteen Requisitionists Of Nottingham. What, you, too, my ******, in hashes so knowing, 1828 36 267 780: To The Same. On Looking Through Her Album. No wonder bards, both high and low, 8 290 781: To The Ship In Which Lord Castlereagh Sailed For The Continent. So may my Lady's prayers prevail, 48 260 782: To Thomas Hume, Esq., M. D. Tis evening now; beneath the western star 100 326 783: To Weave A Garland For The Rose. By Paul, The Silentiary. To weave a garland for the rose. 24 361 784: To-Day, Dearest! Is Ours. To-day, dearest! is ours; 16 281 785: Tory Pledges. I pledge myself thro' thick and thin, 52 271 786: Tout Pour La Tripe. Come take my advice, never trouble your cranium, 1827 24 249 787: Translation From The Gull Language. Twas graved on the Stone of Destiny, 1833 62 239 788: Translations From Catullus. Carm. 29. Sweet Sirmio! thou, the very eye 24 313 789: Translations From Catullus. Carm. 70. Thou told'st me, in our days of love, 16 254 790: Translations From Catullus. Carm. II. Comrades and friends! with whom, where'er 12 405 791: Triumph Of Bigotry. Ay, yoke ye to the bigots' car, 1832 35 327 792: Twas One Of Those Dreams.[1] Twas one of those dreams, that by music are brought, 24 261 793: Twin'St Thou With Lofty Wreath Thy Brow? By Paul, The Silentiary. Twin'st thou with lofty wreath thy brow? 24 295 794: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Appendix. by Ilissus' stream 141 284 795: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter I. My dear Lady Bab, you'll be shockt I'm afraid, 69 306 796: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter II. I've just had time to look 96 393 797: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter III. We missed you last night at the "hoary old sinner's," 58 247 798: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter IV. Last week, dear Nichol, making merry 72 270 799: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter V. My dear Lady---! I've been just sending out 56 327 800: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter VI. Whilst thou, Mohassan, (happy thou!) 88 255 801: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter VII. Per Post, Sir, we send your MS.--look it thro' 46 297 802: Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter VIII. Come to our Fête and bring with thee 97 277 803: Unbind Thee, Love. Unbind thee, love, unbind thee, love, 16 370 804: Up, Sailor Boy, 'Tis Day. Up, sailor boy, 'tis day! 24 323 805: Variety. Ask what prevailing, pleasing power 16 403 806: Verses To The Poet Crabbe's Inkstand. All, as he left it!--even the pen, 76 326 807: Wake Thee, My Dear. Wake thee, my dear--thy dreaming 20 353 808: Wake Up, Sweet Melody. Wake up, sweet melody! 20 398 809: War Against Babylon. (Air.--Novello.) War against Babylon!" shout we around, 18 291 810: War Song. Remember The Glories Of Brien The Brave.[1] Remember the glories of Brien the brave, 24 345 811: We May Roam Through This World. We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast, 36 332 812: Weep Not For Those. (Air.--Avison.) Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, 24 313 813: Weep On, Weep On. Weep on, weep on, your hour is past; 24 327 814: Weep, Children Of Israel. (Air.--Stevenson.) Weep, weep for him, the Man of God 20 254 815: Were Not The Sinful Mary's Tears. (Air.--Stevenson.) Were not the sinful Mary's tears 20 316 816: What Shall I Sing Thee? What shall I sing thee? Shall I tell 29 293 817: What The Bee Is To The Floweret. What the bee is to the floweret, 20 336 818: What's My Thought Like? Quest. Why is a Pump like Viscount Castlereagh? 5 318 819: When Abroad In The World. When abroad in the world thou appearest. 24 302 820: When Cold In The Earth. When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved, 24 272 821: When First I Met Thee. When first I met thee, warm and young, 48 296 822: When First That Smile. (Venetian Air.) When first that smile, like sunshine, blest my sight, 16 270 823: When He, Who Adores Thee. When he, who adores thee, has left but the name 16 283 824: When Love Is Kind. When Love is kind, 24 321 825: When Love Was A Child (Swedish Air.) When Love was a child, and went idling round, 20 316 826: When Love, Who Ruled. [1] "To Bring-to, to check the course of a ship."--Falconer. 60 316 827: When Midst The Gay I Meet. When midst the gay I meet 24 347 828: When Night Brings The Hour. When night brings the hour 32 289 829: When On The Lip The Sigh Delays. When on the lip the sigh delays, 24 292 830: When The First Summer Bee. (German Air.) When the first summer bee 14 284 831: When The Sad Word. By Paul, The Silentiary. When the sad word, "Adieu," from my lip is nigh falling, 16 284 832: When The Wine-Cup Is Smiling. (Italian Air.) When the wine-cup is smiling before us, 16 327 833: When Thou Art Nigh. When thou art nigh, it seems 16 323 834: When Thou Shalt Wander. (Sicilian Air.) When thou shalt wander by that sweet light 12 288 835: When Through The Piazzetta. (Venetian Air.) When thro' the Piazzetta 16 313 836: When To Sad Music Silent You Listen. When to sad Music silent you listen, 16 343 837: When Twilight Dews. When twilight dews are falling soft 16 429 838: Whene'er I See Those Smiling Eyes. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes, 16 333 839: Where Are The Visions. Where are the visions that round me once hovered, 13 361 840: Where Is The Slave. Oh, where's the slave so lowly, 24 294 841: Where Is Your Dwelling, Ye Sainted? (Air.--Hasse.) Where is your dwelling, ye Sainted? 24 403 842: Where Shall We Bury Our Shame? (Neapolitan Air.) Where shall we bury our shame? 16 296 843: While Gazing On The Moon's Light. While gazing on the moon's light, 28 299 844: While History's Muse. While History's Muse the memorial was keeping 27 267 845: Who Is The Maid? St. Jerome's Love. (Air.--Beethoven.) Who is the Maid my spirit seeks, 24 310 846: Who'll Buy My Love-Knots? (Portuguese Air.) Hymen, late, his love-knots selling, 40 314 847: Why Does She So Long Delay? By Paul, The Silentiary. Why does she so long delay? 18 336 848: Wind Thy Horn, My Hunter Boy. Wind thy horn, my hunter boy, 14 296 849: With Moonlight Beaming. With moonlight beaming 20 310 850: Wo! Wo! Wo, wo unto him who would check or disturb it 40 274 851: Woman. Away, away--you're all the same, 16 293 852: Wreath The Bowl. Wreath the bowl 54 298 853: Wreaths For The Ministers. An Anacreontic. Hither, Flora, Queen of Flowers! 47 292 854: Write On, Write On. A Ballad. Write on, write on, ye Barons dear, 35 303 855: Written In The Blank Leaf Of A Lady's Commonplace Book. Here is one leaf reserved for me, 10 326 856: Written On Passing Deadman's Island, In The Gulf Of St. Lawrence,[1] Late In The Evening, September, 1804. See you, beneath yon cloud so dark, 24 328 857: Yes, Yes, When The Bloom. Yes, yes, when, the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er, 10 314 858: You Remember Ellen. You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, 24 287 859: Young Jessica. Young Jessica sat all the day, 24 321 860: Youth And Age. Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, 24 349 About: Thomas Moore was an Irish poet, singer, songwriter, and entertainer, now best remembered for the lyrics of "The Minstrel Boy" and the "The Last Rose of Summer". This page viewed 11247 times.

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