INDEX. IRISH MELODIES. After the Battle 33 Alone in crowds to wander on ...... And doth not a meeting like this make amends At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping Before the Battle Believe me, if all those endearing young charms. By that Lake whose gloomy shore 130 115 11 83 118 55 49 32 25, 46 119 32 Desmond's Song Come o'er the sea..... Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer...... Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee Down in the valley come meet me to-night 68 76 23 81 119 100 Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell in Here we dwell, in holiest bowers How dear to me the hour when daylight dies How sweet the answer Echo makes I'd mourn the hopes that leave me... If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air Ill Omens 84 117 78 45 38 131 121 In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown In yonder valley there dwelt, alone.. I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining 1 saw thy form in youthful prime It is not the tear at this moment shed I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here. Let Erin remember the days of old.. Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns Night clos'd around the conqueror's way 136 43 20 26 51 39 82 48 95 33 70 O'Donohue's Mistress.. 102 Of all the fair months that round the sun 102 135 Oh banquet not in those shining bowers... Oh doubt me not Oh for the swords of former time Oh had we some bright little isle of our own Oh the days are gone, when Beauty bright Oh the Shamrock Oh think not my spirits are always as light Oh weep for the hour 104 28 5 137 65 94 63 12 39 108 53 8 61 19 Oh where's the slave so lowly 75 Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know Remember thee? yes, while there's life in this heart. Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark..... Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Song of the Battle Eve Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high. St. Senanus and the Lady..... 96 106 47 123 22 141 124 126 132 Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well Take back the virgin page The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 23 110 14 105 139 Thee, thee, only thee The Fortune-teller 105 100 The Origin of the Harp The Prince's Day.. The Parallel The Song of Fionnuala The Song of O'Ruark. The time I've lost in wooing The valley lay smiling before me The Wandering Bard. The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall The young May moon is beaming, love There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet. They came from a land beyond the sea. They know not my heart, who believe there can be Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see 133 38 41 97 22 61 74 61 129 138 59 11 134 132 121 93 52 41 125 9 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking 'Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove • 'Tis the last rose of summer 77 34 58 To Ladies' eyes around, boy To-morrow, comrade, we ......... 91 127 'Twas one of those dreams that by music are brought.... 111 War Song... Weep on, weep on, your hour is past We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast. What the bee is to the floweret... When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd When first I met thee, warm and young. When he, who adores thee, has left but the name When thro' life unblest we rove While gazing on the moon's light While History's Muse the memorial was keeping ... Yes, sad one of Sion-if closely resembling You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride 3 42 18 129 51 85 31 89 71 5 15 37 30 73 87 97 66 SACRED SONGS. Almighty God! when round thy shrine 159 Angel of Charity, who, from above.. 161 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean............ Come not, O Lord! in the dread robe of splendor 155 166 Fallen is thy throne, O Israel 146 Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home........ 175 155 |