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The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
EPISTLES, ODES, and OTHER POEMS.
EPISTLE I. To Lord Viscount Strangford 100
EPISTLE III. To the Marchioness Dowager
EPISTLE IV. To G. Morgan, Esquire 108
Lines, written in a storm at sea
I pray you let us roam no more
You read it in my languid eyes
On seeing an infant in Nea's arms
I stole along the flowery bank
On the loss of a letter intended for Nea 115
There's not a look, a word of thine 116
EPISTLE V. To Joseph Atkinson, Esq 7.
Nay, do not weep, my Fanny dear
The timid girl now hung her head
EPISTLE VI. To Lord Viscount Forbes ib.
Fragment of a Mythological Hymn 125
Aristippus to his Lamp
To Mrs. B_1-d, written in her Album
EPISTLE VII. To T. Hume, Esq.
Lines written on leaving Philadelphia ib.
To Mrs. -, on some calumnies against
Hymn of a Virgin of Delphi, at the tomb of
Lines written at the Cohos falls
Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods ib.
Impromptu on leaving some friends 136
EPISTLE VIII. To the Rt. Hon. W. R.
From the High Priest of Apollo, to a Virgin
EPISTLE IX. To the Lady Charlotte R-wd-n 3.
Impromptu, after a visit to Mrs. of
Lines written on passing Deadman's Island 146
To Lady H-, on an old ring, found at
Extract from the Devil among the Scholars D.
poem to her
Fanny, my love, we ne'er were sages 152 XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill
ib. XXX. 'T was in an airy dream of night . 251
XXXI. Arm'd with a hyacinthine rod
XXXII. Strew me a breathing bed of leaves ib.
ib. XXXIII. 'T was noon of night when round the
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd ib.
INTERCEPTED LETTERS; or, THE TWO.
XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd a power ib.
154 XXXVII. 'Twas night, and many a circling bowl 254
ib. XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl ib.
XXXIX. How I love the festive boy
XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here ib.
XLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene ib.
XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine 256
TOM CRIB'S MEMORIAL TO CONGRESS.
XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed
XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep . 257
XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring ib.
XLVII. 'T is true, my fading years decline ib.
The Dissolution of the Holy Alliance 210 XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep 258
211 XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy ib.
L. When I drink, I feel, I feel
213 LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow 259
214 LII. Away, away, you men of rules ib.
216 LIII. When I behold the festive train 6.
CORRUPTION (an epistle,) Preface, etc . 217
LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see 260
LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring ib.
LVI. He who instructs the youthful crew 261
LVII. And whose immortal hand could shed 262
LVIII. When gold, as fleet as Zephyr's pinion ib.
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.
LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught 265
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.
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
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
XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid
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 .
XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre
From dread Leucadia's frowning steep ib.
XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven ib.
XXV. Once in each revolving year
249 EPIGRAMS TRANSLATED FROM ANTIPATER
XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms ib.
XXVII. We read the flying courser's name ib. Around the tomb, oh bard divine!
XXVIII. As in the Lemnian caves of fire. 250 Here sleeps Anacreon, in this ivied shade ib
Oh stranger! if Anacreon's shell
At length thy golden hours have wing'd their
To a Lady, with some manuscript poems ib. То
To the large and beautiful Miss
ib. Come, tell me where the maid is found . 286
274 Sweetest love! I'll not forget thee
275 Fly from the world, O Bessy! to me 287
ib. Think on that look of humid ray
When time who steals our years away
Of all my happiest hours of joy
Written in the blank leaf of a Lady's com- To a boy with a watch
ib. Fragments of College exercises
277 Mary, I believed thee true
ib. Why does azure deck the sky
6. Morality, a familiar epistle
An Argument to any Phillis or Chloe ib. THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS.
Advertisement to the First and Second Num-
Remember the glories of Brien the brave 317
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes ib.
The harp that once through Tara's halls 16.
Fly not yet, 't is just the hour.
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light ib.
Though the last glimpse of Erin
Rich and rare were the gems she wore
As a beam o'er the face of the waters
There is not in this wide world
To Mrs. on her translation of Voi- No. II.
. Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle ib.
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies ib.
Written in a common-place book
291 When in death I shall calm recline
ib. How oft has the Benshee cried
ib. We may roam through this world
ib. Let Erin remember the days of old
ib. Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water ib.
Sublime was the warning which Liberty
322 Where is the slave, so lowly
Believe me, if all those endearing young
ib. 'T is gone, and for ever, the light we saw
Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do-
Like the bright lamp that shone
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. In the morning of life, when its cares are
By the hope, within us springing
Night closed around the conqueror's way ib. When cold in the earth lies the friend ib.
Through grief and through danger
When through life unbless'd we rove ib. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes
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. Forget not the field where they perish'd ib.
They may rail at this life-from the hour I
Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright ib.
Oh for the swords of former time
Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll No. VIII.
ib. Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past 330 Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark
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
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
Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers ib.
ib. The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 346
What the bee is to the floweret
332 Shall the harp then be silent
Here we dwell, in holiest bowers
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and No. IX.
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well
ib. Quick! we have but a second
At the 'mid hour of night, when stars are And doth not a meeting like this
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone 349
One bumper at parting!—though many 334 As vanquished Erin wept beside
'Tis the last rose of summer .
ib. By the Feal's wave benighted
The young May-moon is beaming, love ib.
The minstrel-boy to the war is gone ib. I wish I was by that dim lake .
The valley lay smiling before me
She sung of love, while o'er her lyre ib.
Oh! had we some bright little isle
Farewell !--but whenever you welcome the NATIONAL AIRS.-No. I.
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
All that's bright must fade.—Indian Air ib.
ib. Those evening bells.-Air, The Bells of St.
Has sorrow thy young days shaded 337
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.--
While History's muse the memorial was Fare thee well, thou lovely one !-Sicilian
Dost thou remember?-Portuguese Air . 352 Sound the loud timbrel
Oh! come to me when daylight sets.-Ve-
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.
Almighty God !--Chorus of priests
There comes a time.-German Air. 354 No. II.
My harp has one unchanging theme.—Swe- Angel of Charity
Lord, who shall bear that day?
Peace be around thee!-Scotch Air
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.-
Joys of youth, how fleeting!-Portuguese Where is your dwelling, ye sainted ?
ab. How lightly mounts the muse's wing
Is it not sweet to think, hereafter?
When Love was a child.-Swedish Air ib.
Say, what shall be our sport to-day?-Sici- BALLADS, SONGS, etc.
Bright be thy dreams !-Welsh Air
Go, then—'t is vain.—Sicilian Air
The crystal hunters.-Swiss Air
Row gently here.- Venitian Air
Oh! the days of youth.-French Air . Fanny was in the grove
When first that smile.—Venetian Air . ib.
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
When through the piazzetta.—Venetian Airib.
Go, now, and dream.--Sicilian Air
Take hence the bowl.-Neapolitan Air 359
Love, my Mary, dwells with thee
Farewell, Theresa !--Venetian Air
Love wand'ring through the golden maze
How oft, when watching stars.-Savoyard
When the first summer bee.-German Air ib.
Though 't is all but a dream.--French Air ib.
'Tis when the cup is smiling.--Italian Air ib.
Where shall we bury our shame?-Neapoli-
Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools. -
Here sleeps the bard. - Highland Air.
Poh, Dermot! go along with your goster
This world is all a fleeting show
Oh! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear ib. When in languor sleeps the heart
ib. When 'midst the gay I meet
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine 363 When twilight dews