THE ODES OF ANACREON-(continued.)

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LXXVI. Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray,"

LXXVII. "Let me resign a wretched breath,"

LXXVIII. "I know thou lovest a brimming measure,'

LXXIX. "I fear that love disturbs my rest,".

LXXX. "From dread Leucadia's frowning steep,"

LXXXI. "Mix me, child, a cup divine,"

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An Ode by the Translatoi,.....

EPIGRAMS OF THE ANTHOLOGIA :-

"Around the tomb, O bard divine!"

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"Here sleeps Anacreon, in this ivied shade,"

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"O stranger! if Anacreon's shell,"

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"At length thy golden hours have wing'd their flight,"

II. From Colonel M'M-h-n to G-ld Fr-nc-s L-ckie,

Esq.,

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III. From G. R. to the E-

of Y

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IV. From the Right Hon. P-tr-ck D-g-n-n to the

VI. From Abdallah, in London, to Mohassan, in

VII. From Messrs L-ck-gt-n and Co. to

The Insurrection of the papers-"Last night I toss'd,"

Parody of a celebrated Letter-" At length, dearest,"

Anacreontic to a Plumassier-"Fine and feathery,"

Extracts from the Diary of a Politician,..

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Epigram-What news to-day?" Oh! worse,'

King Crack and his Idols-"King Crack was the best,"

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"What's my thought like?".

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Epigram. Dialogue between a Catholic Delegate and His R-y-1

H-ghn-ss the D-e of C-b-1-d,

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Wreaths for Ministers-"Hither, Flora, queen,".

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Epigram. Dialogue between a Dowager and her maid on the

night of Lord Y-rm-th's fete,.........

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TRIFLES (continued.)

Horace, Ode XI.-" Come Y-rm-th, my boy,"
"The man who keeps,'

XXII.

Epigram, from the French-"I never give a kiss,'

On a Squinting Poetess-"To no one Muse,"

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The New costume of the Ministers-" Having sent,"

Occasional Address for the opening of the New Theatre of St

St-ph-n's-" This day a New House,"

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The Sale of the Tools-" Here's a choice set,"

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M.P.; OR, THE BLUE-STOCKING :—

"Young Love lived once in a humble shed,"

"To sigh, yet feel no pain,"

Cupid's Lottery-" A Lottery, a Lottery,"

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Song "Though sacred the tie that our country,'

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"When Charles was deceived by the maid he loved,"

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"When life looks lone and dreary,"

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"Mr Orator Puff had two tones in his voice,"

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"Dear aunt, in the olden time of love,”.

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"Tis sweet to behold, when the billows are sleeping,"

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CORRUPTION AND INTOLERANCE :—

Preface,

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Corruption an Epistle-"Boast on, my friend,"

Intolerance: a Satire. Note,

"O Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear,"

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Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb,'

"The turf shall be my fragrant shrine,"

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"Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea,'

"Go, let me weep-there's bliss in tears,"

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"Come not, O Lord, in the dread robe of splendour,"

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SACRED SONGS-(continued.)

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"Were not the sinful Mary's tears,"

"As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,'

"But who shall see the glorious day,"

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Almighty God! when round Thy shrine,"

"O fair! O purest! be thou the dove,”.

IRISH MELODIES :-

Prefatory Letter on Music,....

"Go where glory waits thee,"

War Song" Remember the glories of Brien,"

"Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes,'

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"When he who adores thee has left but the name,"

"The harp that once through Tara's halls,"

"Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour,"

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"Oh! think not my spirits are always as light,"

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Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,"

"Rich and rare were the gems she wore,".

"As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow,"

The meeting of the waters-"There is not in the,"

St Senanus and the Lady-" Oh! haste and leave,"

"How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,"

"Take back the virgin page,'

The Legacy-"When in death I shall calm recline,'

"How oft has the Benshee cried,"

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Ill omens-" When daylight was yet sleeping,"

Before the Battle-"By the hope within us,'

After the Battle-"Night closed around,"

"Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove,"

The Irish Peasant to his Mistress-"Through grief,”.

On Music "When through life unblest we rove,"

"It is not the tear at this moment shed,”.

"We may roam through this world like a child,"

Eveleen's Bower-"Oh! weep for the hour,"

The Song of Fionnuala-" Silent, O Moyle,'

"Let Erin remember the days of old,"

"Come, send round the wine, and leave points,"

"Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke,"

"Believe me, if all those endearing young charmis,'

Erin! O Erin!-"Like the bright lamp that lay,"

"Drink to her who long,"

"Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers,"

"While gazing on the moon's light,"

IRISH MELODIES—(continued.)

Origin of the Harp-" "Tis believed that this harp,"

Love's Young Dream-"Oh! the days are gone,"

The Prince's Day—“Though dark are our sorrows,"

"Weep on, weep on, your hour is past,"

"Lesbia hath a beaming eye,"

"I saw thy form in youthful prime,"

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"By that lake, whose gloomy shore,"

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"She is far from the land where her young hero,"

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'Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin,"

"What the bee is to the floweret,'

Love and the Novice-" Here we dwell in holiest,"

"This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes,'

O the Shamrock-"Through Erin's Isle,"

"At the mid hour of night,"

"One bumper at parting,".

""Tis the last rose of Summer,"

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"The young May moon is beaming love,".

"The minstrel boy to the war is gone,"

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"You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,"

"I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,'

"Come o'er the sea,"

The Song of O'Ruark—“The valley lay smiling,'

"Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own,"

"Farewell!-but, whenever you welcome the hour,"

"Oh! doubt me not-the season,"

"Has sorrow thy young days shaded?".

"No, not more welcome the fairy numbers;"

"When first I met thee, warm and young,'

"While history's muse the memorial was keeping,"

"The time I've lost in wooing,"

"Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer,"

""Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking,"

"I saw from the beach when the morning was shining,"

"Fill the bumper fair,"

"Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee,"

NOTES TO LALLA ROOKH,.

LALLA ROOKH:

AN

Oriental Romance.

ΤΟ

SAMUEL ROGERS, Esq.,

THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED

BY

HIS VERY GRATEFUL AND AFFECTIONATE FRIEND,

THOMAS MOORE,

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