The Complete Poems Of Sir Thomas Moore Collected By Himself Wit

Ashley. II. From Colonel M'Mahon to Gould Francis Leckie, Esq. III. From George Prince Regent to the Earl of Yarmouth. IV. From the Right Hon. Patrick Duigenan to the Right Hon....

Rejoice, my friend, rejoice;--the youthful Chief Of that light Sect which mocks at all belief, And gay and godless makes the present hour Its only heaven, is now within our powe...

The Manuscript, found enclosed in the Bookseller's Letter, turns out to be a Melo-Drama, in two Acts, entitled "The Book,"[1] of which the Theatres, of course, had had the refus...

Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying-- "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cann...

There is some star--or may it be That moon we saw so near last night-- Which comes athwart my destiny For ever with misleading light. If for a moment pure and wise And calm I fe...

I feel the inquiries in your letter About my health and French most flattering; Thank ye, my French, tho' somewhat better, Is, on the whole, but weak and smattering:-- Nothing,...

At last, DOLLY,--thanks to potent emetic, Which BOBBY and Pa, grimace sympathetic, Have swallowed this morning, to balance the bliss, Of an eel _matelote_ and a _bisque d'écrevi...

How I grieve you're not with us!--pray, come, if you can, Ere we're robbed of this dear, oratorical man, Who combines in himself all the multiple glory Of, Orangeman, Saint, _qu...

Yours of the 12th received, just now-- Thanks, for the hint, my trusty brother! 'Tis truly pleasing to see how We, FUDGES, stand by one another. But never fear--I know my chap,...

'Tis true, alas--the mysteries and the lore I came to study on this, wondrous shore. Are all forgotten in the new delights. The strange, wild joys that fill my days and nights....

Well may you wonder at my flight From those fair Gardens in whose bowers Lingers whate'er of wise and bright, Of Beauty's smile or Wisdom's light, Is left to grace this world of...

Just in time for the post, dear, and monstrously busy, With godly concernments--and worldly ones, too; Things carnal and spiritual mixt, my dear Lizzy, In this little brain till...

What a time since I wrote!--I'm a sad, naughty girl-- For, tho' like a tee-totum, I'm all in a twirl;-- Yet even (as you wittily say) a tee-totum Between all its twirls gives a...

Dark comrade of my path! while earth and sky Thus wed their charms, in bridal light arrayed, Why in this bright hour, walkst thou ever nigh; Blackening my footsteps, with thy le...

When he, who had defied all Europe's strength, Beneath his own weak rashness sunk at length;-- When, loosed as if by magic from a chain That seemed like Fate's the world was fre...

Dear DICK, while old DONALDSON'S[1] mending my stays,-- Which I _knew_ would go smash with me one of these days, And, at yesterday's dinner, when, full to the throttle, We lads...

Well, it _isn't_ the King, after all, my dear creature! But _don't_ you go laugh, now--there's nothing to quiz in't-- For grandeur of air and for grimness of feature, He _might_...

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 Brigh...

As it was but last week that I sint you a letther, You'll wondher, dear Judy, what this is about; And, throth, it's a letther myself would like betther, Could I manage to lave t...

Dear Judy, I sind you this bit of a letther, By mail-coach conveyance--for want of a betther-- To tell you what luck in this world I have had Since I left the sweet cabin, at Mu...

Dear DOLL, while the tails of our horses are plaiting, The trunks tying on, and Papa, at the door, Into very bad French is as usual translating His English resolve not to give a...

Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers, While yet, beneath some northern sky, Ungilt by beams, ungemmed by showers, They wait the breath of summer hours, To wake to light each...

"Return!"--no, never, while the withering hand Of bigot power is on that hapless land; While, for the faith my fathers held to God, Even in the fields where free those fathers t...

At length, my Lord, I have the bliss To date to you a line from this "Demoralized" metropolis; Where, by plebeians low and scurvy, The throne was turned quite topsy-turvy, And K...

Oh Dick! you may talk of your writing and reading, Your Logic and Greek, but there's nothing like feeding; And _this_ is the place for it, DICKY, you dog, Of all places on earth...

Who d' ye think we've got here?--quite reformed from the giddy. Fantastic young thing that once made such a noise-- Why, the famous Miss Fudge--that delectable Biddy, Whom you a...

These few brief lines, my reverend friend, By a safe, private hand I send (Fearing lest some low Catholic wag Should pry into the Letter-bag), To tell you, far as pen can dare H...

Whilst thou, Mohassan, (happy thou!) Dost daily bend thy loyal brow Before our King--our Asia's treasure! Nutmeg of Comfort: Rose of Pleasure!-- And bearest as many kicks and br...

He comes from Erin's speechful shore Like fervid kettle, bubbling o'er With hot effusions--hot and weak; Sound, Humbug, all your hollowest drums, He comes, of Erin's martyrdoms...

Come to our Fête and bring with thee Thy newest, best embroidery. Come to our Fête and show again That pea-green coat, thou pink of men, Which charmed all eyes that last surveye...

I much regret, dear Reverend Sir, I could not come to * * * to meet you; But this curst gout won’t let me stir-- Even now I but by proxy greet you; As this vile scrawl, whate'er...

DEAR SIR-- I've just had time to look Into your very learned Book, Wherein--as plain as man can speak. Whose English is half modern Greek-- You prove that we can ne'er intrench...

My dear Lady Bab, you'll be shockt I'm afraid, When you hear the sad rumpus your Ponies have made; Since the time of horse-consuls (now long out of date), No nags ever made such...

We missed you last night at the "hoary old sinner's," Who gave us as usual the cream of good dinners; His soups scientific, his fishes quite _prime_-- His _pâtés_ superb, and hi...

Last week, dear Nichol, making merry At dinner with our Secretary, When all were drunk or pretty near (The time for doing business here), Says he to me, "Sweet Bully Bottom! "Th...

Last week was married, "in the Lord," The Reverend Mortimer O'Mulligan, Preacher, in _Irish_, of the Word, He, who the Lord's force lately led on-- (Exeter Hall his _Armagh_-ged...

My dear Lady---! I've been just sending out About five hundred cards for a snug little Rout-- (By the by, you've seen "Rokeby"?--this moment got mine-- The "Mail-Coach Edition"-...

---- in Ireland. II. From Miss Biddy Fudge to Mrs. Elizabeth ---- Extracts from My Diary. III. From Miss Fanny Fudge to her Cousin, Kitty ----. IV. From Patrick Magan, Esq., to...

Yes, 'twas a cause, as noble and as great As ever hero died to vindicate-- A Nation's right to speak a Nation's voice, And own no power but of the Nation's choice! Such was the...

Per Post, Sir, we send your MS.--look it thro'-- Very sorry--but can't undertake--'twouldn't do. Clever work, Sir!--would _get up_ prodigiously well-- Its only defect is--it nev...

Among the papers, enclosed in Dr. Duigenan's Letter, was found an Heroic Epistle in Latin verse, from Pope Joan to her Lover, of which, as it is rather a curious document, I sha...

Ireland. II. From Phil. Fudge, Esq., to the Lord Viscount Castlereagh. III. From Mr. Bob Fudge to Richard ----, Esq. IV. From Phelim Connor to ----. V. From Miss Biddy Fudge to...