Extract from the Devil among the Scholars. 121 XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven 216
Fragments of a Journal ..... 123 XXV. Once in each revolving year . . . . 217
To a Friend . . . . . . . . . . . 125 XXVI. Thy barp may sing of Troy's alarms. ib.
Fanny, my love, we ne'er were sages.. ib. XXVII. We read the flying courser's name. .
Song . . . . . . . . . .
XXVIII. As in the Lemnian caves of fire. . .
From the Greek . . . . . . . 126 XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill ....
On a beautiful East-Indian .
XXX. 'T was in an airy dream of night ...
To --- - . . . . . . . . .
XXXI. Arm'd with a hyacinthine rod . ...
At night · · · · · · · · · · · · ib. XXXII. Screw me a breathing bed of leaves.
To --- . . . . . . . . . . ib XXXIII. "T was noon of night when round the
INTERCEPTED LETTERS; or, THE TWO-
pole . ... .. ... 220
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd . ...
XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed ..... 221
Dedication, Prefaces, etc. ...... 127|
XXXVI. IE hoarded gold possess'd a power. ..
Appendix . . . . . . . . . . . . 135
XXXVII. 'T was night, and many a circling bowl
THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS, PREFACE, XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl . . .
etc. . . . . . . . . . 13 XXXIX. How I love the festive boy.... 223
Noles . . . . . . . . . . . . . 154 Sl. I know that Heaven ordains me bere .
TOM CRIB'S MEMORIAL TO CONGRESS, PRE-
SLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene
FACE, etc. · · · · · · · · 156
XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine .: 224
XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed ....
RUYMES ON THE ROAD, etc. . . . . . . 171 SLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers ....
Notes . . . . . . . . . . . 179
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep ...
FABLES FOR THE HOLY ALLIANCE.
XLVI. Sce, the young, the rosy spring ...
The Dissolution of the Holy Alliance . .180
XLVII. 'T is true, my fading years decline ..
The Looking-glasses . . . . . . . .
XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep . ..
Thc Fly and the Bullock . . . . .
XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy .
Church and State . . . . . . ...
L. When I drink, I feel, I feel ... ib.
The Little Grand Lama .......
LI, Fly not thus my brow of snow. . . 227
The Extinguishers . . . . . . .
LII. Away, away, you men of rules ... ib.
LIII. When I behold the festive train .. 228
CORRUPTION (an epistle), Preface, etc . . . . 187
LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see . ib.
INTOLERANCE (a poem) ........
LV. While we invoke she wreathed spring ib.
Appendix . . . . . . . . . . .
LVI. Be who instructs the youthful crew . 230
TUE SCEPTIC, Preface, etc. ....... 196
LVII. And whose immortal hand could shed ib.
LVIII. When gold, as tleet as Zephyr's pinion ib.
ODES OF ANACREON.
LIX. Sabled by the solar beam ... 231
Index showing the number of cach
LX. Awake to life, my dulcet shell . . . 232
Ode in Barnes' and other cditions 200 LXI. Golden hues of youth are fled . ...
An Ode by the Translator ... 201 LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught. ..
Remarks on Anacreon .. .. ib. LXII. To Love, the soft and blooming child .
1. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure . . 205 LXIV. Haste thce, nymph, whose winged spear ib.
II. Give ine the harp of epic song ...
LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting :. ib.
JII. Listen to the Muse's lyre .....
LXVI. To thee, the queen of nymphs divine. 234
IV. Vulcan! hear your glorious task .. LXVII, Gentle youth! whose looks assume.
V. Grave me a cup with brilliart grace . LXVIII. Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn ...
VI. As late I sought the spangled bowers .
LXIX. Now Neptune's sullen month appears 235
VII. The women tell me every day...
LXX. They wove the lotus band, to deck . ib.
VIII. I care not for the idle state, ...
LXXI. A broken cake, with honey sweet . .
IX. I pray thee by the gods above ... 208
LXXII. With ewenty chords my lyre is hung
X. Tell me how to punish thee . . . . ib.
LXXIII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid...
XI. Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee . . ib.
LXXIV. I bloom'd awhile, a happy flower ..
XII. They tell how Atys, wild with love. . ib.
LXIV. Monarch Love! resistless boy...
XIII. I will, I will; the contlict's past . 209 LXXVI. Spirit of Love, whose tresses shine . ib.
XIV. Count me on the summer trees .... LXXVII. Hitler, gentle muse of mine. . . . 236
XV. Tell me why, my sweetest dove . . . 210
LXXVIII. Would that I were a luneful lyre . . ib,
XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues .. 21
LXXIX. When Cupid sces my beard of snow, ib.
XVII. And now, with all thy pencil's truth. 212
XVIII. Now the star of day is high . . . . 213
XIX, lere recline you, gentle maid . . . 214 Cupid, whose lamp has leut the ray ...
XX. One day the Muses twined the hands. ib. Let me resign a wretched breath, ..
XXI. Observe when mother Earth is dry . 215 I know thou lovest a brimming measure. .
XXU. The Phrygian rock that braves the ib. I fear that love disturbs my rest . . . ..
storm . . . . . . . . . . ib. From dread Leucadia's frowning stecp..
XXIII, I often wish this languid lyre ...
Mix me, child, a cup divine ......