The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore

By Moore, Thomas

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Title:	The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore
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THOMAS MOORE: Thomas Moore was born in Dublin on the 28th of May 1780. Both his parents were Roman-Catholics; and he was, as a matter of course, brought up in the same religion, and adhered to it?not perhaps with any extreme zeal?throughout his life. His father was a decent tradesman, a grocer and spirit-retailer?or ?spirit-grocer,? as the business is termed in Ireland. Thomas received his schooling from Mr. Samuel Whyte, who had been Sheridan?s first preceptor, a man of more than average literary culture. He encouraged a taste for acting among the boys: and Moore, naturally intelligent and lively, became a favorite with his master, and a leader in the dramatic recreations.

Table of Contents
Advertisement. After the Battle. Alarming Intelligence. Alciphron: a Fragment. Letter I. From Alciphron at Alexandria to Cleon at Athens. II. From the Same to the Same. III. From the Same to the Same. IV. From Orcus, High Priest of Memphis, to Decius, the Praetorian Prefect. All in the Family Way. All that's Bright must Fade. Almighty God. Alone in Crowds to wander on. Amatory Colloquy between Bank and Government. Anacreon, Odes of. I. I saw the Smiling Bard of Pleasure. II. Give me the Harp of Epic Song. III. Listen to the Muse's Lyre. IV. Vulcan! hear Your Glorious Task. V. Sculptor, wouldst Thou glad my Soul. VI. As Late I sought the Spangled Bowers. VII. The Women tell Me Every Day. VIII. I care not for the Idle State. IX. I pray thee, by the Gods Above. X. How am I to punish Thee. XI. Tell Me, Gentle Youth, I pray Thee. XII. They tell How Atys, Wild with Love. XIII. I will, I will, the Conflict's past. XIV. Count Me, on the Summer Trees. XV. Tell Me, Why, My Sweetest Dove. XVI. Thou, Whose Soft and Rosy Hues. XVII. And Now with All Thy Pencil's Truth. XVIII. Now the Star of Day is High. XIX. Here recline You, Gentle Maid. XX. One Day the Muses twined the Hands. XXI. Observe When Mother Earth is Dry. XXII. The Phrygian Rock, That braves the Storm. XXIII. I Often wish this Languid Lyre. XXIV. To All That breathe the Air of Heaven. XXV. Once in Each Revolving Year. XXVI. Thy Harp may sing of Troy's Alarms. XXVII. We read the Flying Courser's Name. XXVIII. As, by His Lemnian Forge's Flame. XXIX. Yes--Loving is a Painful Thrill. XXX. 'Twas in a Mocking Dream of Night. XXXI. Armed with Hyacinthine Rod. XXXII. Strew Me a Fragrant Bed of Leaves. XXXIII. 'Twas Noon of Night, When round the Pole. XXXIV. Oh Thou, of All Creation Blest. XXXV. Cupid Once upon a Bed. XXXVI. If Hoarded Gold possest the Power. XXXVII. 'Twas Night, and Many a Circling Bowl.