THE

LOVES OF THE ANGELS,

A Poem.

BY THOMAS MOORE.

It happened, after the sons of men had multiplied in those days,
that daughters were born to them elegant and beautiful; and when
the Angels, the sons of heaven, beheld them, they became enamoured
of them.

THE BOOK OF ENOCH, chap. vii. sect. s.

FOURTH EDITION.

BERLIN,

PRINTED FOR

ADOLPH MARTIN SCHLESINGER.

BIBLIOTHECA

REGIA

MONACENSIS.

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THIS Poem, somewhat different in form, and much more limited in extent, was originally designed as an episode for a work, about which I have been, at intervals, employed during the last two years. Some months since, however, I found that my friend Lord Byron had, by an accidental coincidence, chosen the same subject for a Drama; and, as I could not but feel the disadvantage of coming after so formidable a rival, I thought it best to publish my humble sketch immediately, with such