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Fanny, my love, we ne'er were sages 152 XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill

b.

Song

ib. XXX. 'T was in an airy dream of night . 251

From the Greek

XXXI. Arm'd with a hyacinthine rod

ib.

On a beautiful East-Indian

XXXII. Strew me a breathing bed of leaves ib.

То

ib. XXXIII. 'T was noon of night when round the

At night

153

pole

252

Το

XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd ib.

INTERCEPTED LETTERS; or, THE TWO.

XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed

253

PENNY POST-BAG.

XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd a power ib.

Dedication, Prefaces, etc.

154 XXXVII. 'Twas night, and many a circling bowl 254

Appendix

ib. XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl ib.

255

THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS.

XXXIX. How I love the festive boy

164

Preface, etc.

XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here ib.

Notes.

XLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene ib.

183

XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine 256

TOM CRIB'S MEMORIAL TO CONGRESS.

XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed

ib.

Preface, etc.

185

XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers

ib.

201

XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep . 257

Notes

209

XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring ib.

FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE.

XLVII. 'T is true, my fading years decline ib.

The Dissolution of the Holy Alliance 210 XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep 258

The Looking-glasses

211 XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy ib.

The Fly and the Bullock

L. When I drink, I feel, I feel

ib.

Church and State

213 LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow 259

The Little Grand Lama

214 LII. Away, away, you men of rules ib.

The Extinguishers

216 LIII. When I behold the festive train 6.

CORRUPTION (an epistle,) Preface, etc . 217

LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see 260

INTOLERANCE (a poem)

223

LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring ib.

LVI. He who instructs the youthful crew 261

Appendix

226

LVII. And whose immortal hand could shed 262

THE SCEPTIC, Preface, etc.

228

LVIII. When gold, as fleet as Zephyr's pinion ib.

ODES OF ANACREON.

LIX. Sabled by the solar beam

263

Index showing the number of each

LX. Awake to life, my dulcet shell 264

Ode in Barnes' and other editions 232

LXI. Golden hues of youth are fled ib.

An Ode by the Translator

233

LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught 265

Remarks on Anacreon

ib.

LXIII. To Love, the soft and blooming child i

I. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure 237

LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose winged

II. Give me the harp of epic song ib.

spear

ib.

III. Listen to the Muse's Lyre

LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting ib.

IV. Vulcan! hear your glorious task ib.

LXVI. To thee, the queen of nymphs divine 266

V. Grave me a cup with brilliant grace ib.

LXVII. Gentle youth! whose looks assume ib

VI. As late I sought the spangled bowers i.

LXVIII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn ib.

VII. The women tell me every day. 239

LXIX. Now Neptune's sullen month appears i.

VIII. I care not for the idle state

üb.

LXX. They wove the lotus band, to deck . 267

IX. I pray thee by the gods above . 240

LXXI. A broken cake, with honey sweet 2b.

X. Tell me how to punish thee . ib.

LXXII. With twenty chords my lyre is hurg ib.

XI. Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee ib.

LXXIII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid .id

XII. They tell how Atys, wild with love ib.

LXXIV. I bloom'd awhile, a happy flower . ib.

XIII. I will, I will; the conflict 's past 241

LXXV. Monarch Love! resistless boy . 26

XIV. Count me on the summer trees ib.

LXXVI. Spirit of Love, whose tresses shine ib.

XV. Tell me why, my sweetest dove 242 LXXVII. Hither, gentle muse of mine 268

XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues 243 LXXVIII. Would that I were a tuneful lyre ib

XVII. And now, with all thy pencil's truth 244

LXXIX. When Cupid sees my beard of snow ib

XVIII. Now the star of day is high

245

XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid

FRAGMENTS.

246

XX. One day the Muses twined the hands ib.

Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray

XXI. Observe when mother Earth is dry 247

Let me resign a wretched breath

I know thou lovest a brimming measure . ib

XXII. The Phrygian rock that braves the

I fear that love disturbs my rest .

ib.

storm

.

XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre

From dread Leucadia's frowning steep ib.

248

XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven ib.

Mix me, child, a cup divine

ib.

XXV. Once in each revolving year

249 EPIGRAMS TRANSLATED FROM ANTIPATER

XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms ib.

SIDONIUS.

XXVII. We read the flying courser's name ib. Around the tomb, oh bard divine!

269

XXVIII. As in the Lemnian caves of fire. 250 Here sleeps Anacreon, in this ivied shade ib

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Oh stranger! if Anacreon's shell

269 The Shield

282

At length thy golden hours have wing'd their

To Mrs.

ib.

flight

270

Elegiac Stanzas

283

LITTLE'S POEMS.

Fanny of Timmol

.

Preface

271 A Night-thought

it

Dedication

272 Elegiac Stanzas

284

To Julia

ib. The Kiss

ib.

To a Lady, with some manuscript poems ib. То

ib

To Mrs.

273 A reflection at Sea .

ib.

To the large and beautiful Miss

ib.

An Invitation to Supper

ib.

To Julia .

ib. An ode upon morning

285

Inconstancy
ib. Song

ib

Imitation of Catullus

ib. Come, tell me where the maid is found . 286

Epigrann

274 Sweetest love! I'll not forget thee

ib.

To Julia.

ib.

If I swear by that eye

ib.

Song.

ib. Julia's Kiss

ib.

Nature's Labels

ib.
Το

ib.

To Mrs. M-

275 Fly from the world, O Bessy! to me 287

Song

ib. Think on that look of humid ray

ib.

To Julia

ib. A captive thus to thee

ib

Impromptu

ib. The Catalogue

30

To Rosa

ib.

A Fragment

288

Sympathy

ib. Where is the nymph

3.

To Julia

276

When time who steals our years away

ib.

To Mrs.

The Shrine

ib.

On the Death of a Lady

Reuben and Rose

289

To Julia .

The Ring

ib.

Of all my happiest hours of joy

292

Written in the blank leaf of a Lady's com- To a boy with a watch

ib.

mon-place book

ib. Fragments of College exercises

ib.

Song

277 Mary, I believed thee true

293

To Rosa

ib. Why does azure deck the sky

ib.

To Ditto

6. Morality, a familiar epistle

ib.

Rondeau

ib. The Natal Genius, a dream

294

An Argument to any Phillis or Chloe ib. THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS.

To Rosa .

ib.

Preface, etc.

295

Anacreontique

278

Notes .

. 311

Ditto

ib.

Oh, woman, if by simple wile

ib.

IRISH MELODIES.-No. I.

Love and Marriage .

ib.

Advertisement to the First and Second Num-

bers

ib.

The Kiss

316

To Miss

ib.

Go where glory waits thee

.

Nonsense

279

Remember the glories of Brien the brave 317

To Julia, on her birth-day

ib.

Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes ib.

Oh! breathe not his name

ib.

Elegiac Stanzas.

.

To Rosa .

ib.

When he who adores thee

ib.

Love in a Storm

ib.

The harp that once through Tara's halls 16.

Song

.

318

Fly not yet, 't is just the hour.

The surprise

280

Oh! think not my spirits are always as light ib.

To a sleeping maid

.

Though the last glimpse of Erin

ib

To Phillis

ib.

Rich and rare were the gems she wore

As a beam o'er the face of the waters

Song

ib.

319

The Ballad

.

There is not in this wide world

ib.

To Mrs. on her translation of Voi- No. II.

ture's Kiss

. Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle ib.

To a Lady, on her Singing

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies ib.

A Dream

ib. Take back the virgin page

Written in a common-place book

291 When in death I shall calm recline

320

To the pretty little Mrs.

ib. How oft has the Benshee cried

ib.

Song

ib. We may roam through this world

ib.

ib. Oh! weep for the hour

321

To

ib. Let Erin remember the days of old

.

To Julia weeping

ib. Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water ib.

ib, Come, send round the wine

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Sublime was the warning which Liberty

The time I've lost in wooing

338

spoke

322 Where is the slave, so lowly

ib.

Believe me, if all those endearing young

Come, rest in this bosom,

ib.

charms

ib. 'T is gone, and for ever, the light we saw

No. III.

breaking

339

Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do-

I saw from the beach

ib.

negal

ib. Fill the bumper fair!

ib.

Like the bright lamp that shone

325 Dear harp of my country

ib.

Drink to her, who long

ib. No. VI.

Oh! blame not the bard

326 Advertisement

340

While gazing on the moon's light

ib. My gentle harp! once more I waken il

When daylight was yet sleeping under the As slow our ship her foamy track

ib.

billow

ib. In the morning of life, when its cares are

By the hope, within us springing

327

unknown

341

Night closed around the conqueror's way ib. When cold in the earth lies the friend ib.
Oh! t’is sweet to think, that, where'er we Remember thee! yes, while there's life in
roam

ib.
this heart

ib.

Through grief and through danger

328 Wreath the bowl

ib.

When through life unbless'd we rove ib. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes

342

It is not the tear at this moment shed . ib. If thou 'lt be mine, the treasures of air ib,

'T is believed that this harp, which I wake To ladies' eyes a round, boy

ib.

now.

ib. Forget not the field where they perish'd ib.

No. IV.

They may rail at this life-from the hour I

Advertisement

329

began it

343

Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright ib.

Oh for the swords of former time

ib.

Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll No. VIII.

forget them

ib. Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us

ib.

Weep on, weep on, your hour is past 330 Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark

ib.

Lesbia hath a beaming eye

ib. Yes, sad one of Sion—if closely resembling 314

I saw thy form in youthful prime

ib. Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell ib.

By that lake, whose gloomy shore

331 Down in the valley come meet me to-night ib.

She is far from the land where her young

Oh, ye dead! oh, ye dead! whom we know 315

hero sleeps

ib. Of all the fair months that round the sun ib.

Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns ib. How sweet the answer Echo makes

ib.

Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers ib.

Erin

ib. The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 346

What the bee is to the floweret

332 Shall the harp then be silent

ib.

Here we dwell, in holiest bowers

ib. Oh, the sight entrancing

ib.

This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and No. IX.

ib.

Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well

347

No. V.

'Twas one of those dreams

ib.

Advertisement

333 Fairest! put on awhile

ib,

Through Erin's isle

ib. Quick! we have but a second

348

At the 'mid hour of night, when stars are And doth not a meeting like this

ib.

weeping

ib.

In yonder valley there dwelt, alone 349

One bumper at parting!—though many 334 As vanquished Erin wept beside

ib.

'Tis the last rose of summer .

ib. By the Feal's wave benighted

ib,

The young May-moon is beaming, love ib.

They know not my heart

ib.

The minstrel-boy to the war is gone ib. I wish I was by that dim lake .

350

The valley lay smiling before me

ib.

She sung of love, while o'er her lyre ib.

Oh! had we some bright little isle

335

Sing, sing, music was given

ib.

Farewell !--but whenever you welcome the NATIONAL AIRS.-No. I.

hour

ib.

Advertisement

351

Oh! doubt me not-the season

ib.

A temple to Friendship.-Spanish Air ib.

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride 336

Flow on, thou shining river.-Portuguese

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me

ib.

Air

ib.

No. VI.

All that's bright must fade.—Indian Air ib.

Advertisement

ib.

So warmly we met.-

:-Hungarian Air ib.

Come o'er the sea

ib. Those evening bells.-Air, The Bells of St.

Has sorrow thy young days shaded 337

Petersburgh

352

No, not more welcome the fairy numbers ib. Should those fond hopes.Portuguese Air ib.

When first I met thee, warm and young

ib. Reason, Folly, and Beauty.--

Italian Air ib,

While History's muse the memorial was Fare thee well, thou lovely one !-Sicilian

keeping

338

Air

ib

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Dost thou remember?-Portuguese Air . 352 Sound the loud timbrel

Oh! come to me when daylight sets.-Ve-

Go, let me weep

netian Air

353 Come not, oh Lord!

Oft, in the stilly night.—Scotch Air

ib. Were not the sinful Mary's tears

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing.-Russian

As down in the sunless retreats.

Air

ib. But who shall see?

Almighty God !--Chorus of priests

No. II.

ib.

Oh, fair! oh, purest

Love and Hope.-Swiss Air

There comes a time.-German Air. 354 No. II.

My harp has one unchanging theme.—Swe- Angel of Charity

dish Air

ib. Behold the sun

Oh! no-not e'en when first we

Lord, who shall bear that day?

Cashmerian Air

ib. Oh! teach me to love thee

Peace be around thee!-Scotch Air

ib. Weep, children of Israel

Common Sense and Genius.-French Air . ib. Like morning, when her early breeze

Then, fare thee well !-Old English Air 355 Come, ye disconsolate

Gaily sounds the castanet.--Maltese Air. ib. Awake, arise, thy light is come

Love is a hunter-boy.-Languedocian Air ib. There is a bleak desert

Come, chase that starting tear away.-

Since first thy word

French Air.

ib. Hark! 't is the breeze .

Joys of youth, how fleeting!-Portuguese Where is your dwelling, ye sainted ?

Air

ab. How lightly mounts the muse's wing

Hear me but once.-

French Air

356 Go forth to the mount

Is it not sweet to think, hereafter?

No. III.

War against Babylon

When Love was a child.-Swedish Air ib.

Say, what shall be our sport to-day?-Sici- BALLADS, SONGS, etc.

lian Air

ib.

Black and Blue eyes

Bright be thy dreams !-Welsh Air

ib. Cease, oh cease to tempt!

Go, then—'t is vain.—Sicilian Air

ib.

Dear Fanny

The crystal hunters.-Swiss Air

ib

Did not

Row gently here.- Venitian Air

357

Fanny, dearest!

Oh! the days of youth.-French Air . Fanny was in the grove

When first that smile.—Venetian Air . ib.

From life without freedom

Peace to the slumberers !-Catalonian Air . Here's the bower

When thou shalt wander.-Sicilian Air ib. Holy be the pilgrim's sleep

Who'll buy my love-knots?-Portuguese Air ib. I can no longer stifle

See, the dawn from Heaven.--Sung at

I saw the moon rise clear

Rome on Christmas Eve

358 Joys that pass away

No. IV.

Light sounds the harp

Little Mary's eye

Nets and cages.-Swedish Air,

ib.

Love and the Sun-Dial

When through the piazzetta.—Venetian Airib.

Love and Time

Go, now, and dream.--Sicilian Air

ib.

Take hence the bowl.-Neapolitan Air 359

Love, my Mary, dwells with thee

Love's light summer-cloud

Farewell, Theresa !--Venetian Air

ib.

Love wand'ring through the golden maze

How oft, when watching stars.-Savoyard

Air.

ib.

Merrily every bosom boundeth

Now let the warrior

When the first summer bee.-German Air ib.

Oh, lady fair!

Though 't is all but a dream.--French Air ib.

Oh! remember the time

'Tis when the cup is smiling.--Italian Air ib.

Oh! see those cherries

Where shall we bury our shame?-Neapoli-

Oh! soon return

tan Air

360

Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools. -

Oh, yes ! so well

Mahratta Air

Oh, yes ! when the bloom

Here sleeps the bard. - Highland Air.

One dear smile.

ib.

Poh, Dermot! go along with your goster

SACRED SONGS. No. I.

Send the bowl round merrily

Thou art, oh God!

361 The Day of Love

This world is all a fleeting show

. The Probability

Fallen is thy throne

ib

The Song of War

Who is the maid ?

362 The Tablet of Love

The bird, let loose

. The young Rose

Oh! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear ib. When in languor sleeps the heart

Weep not for those

ib. When 'midst the gay I meet

The turf shall be my fragrant shrine 363 When twilight dews

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