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Drink to her wlio long hath waked the poet's sigh. . 37

Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers... 39

While gazing on the Moon's light. .. ..... 42

When day-light was yet sleeping under tne billow. .

By the hope within us springing. .. .......

Night closed around the Conqueror's way. ...nd

Oh ! 'tis sweet to think that where'er we rove. .

Through grief and through danger. ..........

When through life unblest we rove. .........

It is not the tear at this moment shed. .......

'Tis believed that this harp that I wake now for thee. 54

Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright. . ...

Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them.

Weep on, weep on, your hour is past. : .......

Lesbia hath a beaming eye. .............

I saw thy form in youthful prime. . .........

By that lake whose gloomy shore. .........

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps.

Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns. . . 68

Avenging and briglit fall the swift sword of Erin. . .

What the Bec is to the floweret. ............

Here we dwell in holiest bowers. ..........

This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woce. . . 74

Through Erin's isle.....................

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly.

One bumper at parting ! though many........

Tis the last rose of summer. , . .........

The young May moon is beaming, sove. ...

The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone. ........ 84

The valley lay smiling before me. .........

Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own. ...

Farewell !--but, whenever you welcome the nour . 89

Oh! doubt me not the season. ..........

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride. ....

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me. ...

Come o'er the sea. . . . . . .cm ........

Has sorrow thy young days shaded. ....ni.

No, not more welcome the fairy numbers. .....

When first I met thee, warm and young. ..rinn

While History's Muse the memorial was keeping. . .

The time I've lost in wooing........4:..

Oh! where's the slave so lowly. ...........

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer. . . 108

"Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking. . 109

I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining. In

Fill the bumper fair. ................ 113

Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee! 115

My gentle Harp! onec more I waken........117

As slow our ship her foamy track ..........119

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown. 120

When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved. 122

Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart. 124

Wreath the bowl. ................... 125

Whene'er I see those smiling eyes. .........

If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air. ...... 128

To Ladies'eyes around, boy. ..........

Forget not the field where they perish’d. ...... 131

They may rail at this life—from the hour I began it. 132

Ob! for the swords of former time. ......... 134

Ne'er ask the hour, what is it to us. . ....... 135

Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark. .........

Yes, sad one of Sion—if closely resembling. ....137

Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell in. . . 140

Down in the valley come mcet me to-night. . . . .142

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