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CONTENTS OF VOL. IV.
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IRISH MELODIES.-No, I.
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Go where glory waits thee
Remember the glories of Brien the brave
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade.
When he who adores thee has left but the name
The harp that once through Tara's halls
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour .
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see
Rich and rare were the gems she wore .
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
No. II.
Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle
How dear to me the hour when daylight dies
Take back the virgin page
When in death I shall calm recline
How oft has the Benshee cried
We
e may roam through this world, like a child at a
feast
Oh! weep for the hour
Let Erin remember the days of old
Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of be-
lief
Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke .
Believe
me, if all those endearing young charms
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No. III.
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Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Donegal, 53
Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane 71
Drink to her, who long
73
Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers
75
While gazing on the moon's light.
77
When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow 79
By the hope, within us springing.
81
Night closed around the conqueror's way
83
Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we roam 84
Through grief and through danger
86
When through life unbless'd we rove .
87
It is not the tear at this moment shed
89
'Tis believed that this harp, which I wake now go
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No. IV.
Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright
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Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them 101
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past
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Lesbia hath a beaming eye
105
I saw thy form in youthful prime
107
By that lake, whose gloomy shore
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps 11
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
What the bee is to the floweret
115
Here we dwell, in holiest bowers .
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes
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Through Erin's isle
127
At the 'mid hour of night, when stars are weeping · 130
One bumper at parting !--though many
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'Tis the last rose of summer
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The young May-moon is beaming, love
134
The minstrel-boy to the war is gone
· 136
The valley lay smiling before me.
137
Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own 139
Farewell !- but whenever you welcome the hour 140
Oh! doubt me not the season
142
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride
143
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me
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Come o'er the sea
151
Has sorrow thy young days shaded
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers
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When first I met thee, warm and young
While History's muse the memorial was keeping
The time I've lost in wooing
160
Where is the slave, so lowly
. 162
Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer!
163
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking . 164
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining 166
Fill the bumper fair!
167
Dear barp of my country! in darkness I found thee. 170
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My gentle harp! once more I waken
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As slow our ship her foamy track
· 179
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown , 181
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved 182
Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart . 184
Wreathe the bowl
• 185
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes
187
If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air .
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To ladies' eyes a round, boy ·
190
Forget not the field where they perish'd
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They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it. 193
Oh for the swords of former time!
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No. VIII.
Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us
· 199
Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark
Yes, sad one of Sion-if closely resembling
Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell in 204
Down in the valley come meet me to-night
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Oh, ye dead! oh, ye dead! whom we know 208
Of all the fair months that round the sun
209
How sweet the answer Echo makes
212
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers
213
The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 214
Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave 215
Oh, the sight entrancing.
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NATIONAL AIRS.-No. I. Advertiseinent
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A temple to Friendship.-Spanish Air
227
Flow on, thou shining river.-Portuguese
Air.
228
All that's bright must fade. - Indian Air
229
So warmly we met.-Hungarian Air.
231
Those evening bells.-Air, The Bells of St. Peters-
burgh.
Should those fond hopes.-Portuguese Air
Reason, Folly, and Beauty.- Italian Air
Fare thee well, thou lovely one!-Sicilian Air.
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Dost thou remember?- Portuguese Air
237
Oh! come to me when daylight sets.--
Venetian Air 238
Oft, in the stilly night.-Scotch Air.
239
Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing.-Russian Air : 241
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Love and Hope.-Swiss Air .
There comes a time.German Air
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an it. 193
My barp has one unchanging theme.--Swedish Air. 248
Oh! nQ-not e'en when first we loved.-Cashmerian
249
Peace be around thee!-Scotch Air
250
Common Sense and Genius.-French Air .
251
Then, fare thee well!-Old English Air .
253
Gaily sounds the castanet.-Maltese Air
254
Love is a hanter-boy.-Languedocian Air 256
Come, chase that starting tear away.-French Air. 257
Joys of youth, how fleeting!-Portuguese Air. 258
Hear me but once,-French Air
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When Love was a child.-Swedish Air
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Say, what shall be our sport to-day?-Sicilian Air . 264
Bright be thy dreams!-Welch Air
265
Go, then—'tis vain.-Sicilian Air
266
The crystal hunters.—Swiss Air
267
Row gently here.-Venetian Air .
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Oh! the days of youth.- French Air.
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When first that smile.- Venetian Air
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Peace to the slumberers !--Catalonian Air
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When thou shalt wander.-Sicilian Air
273
Who'll buy my love-knots?-Portuguese Air . 274
See, the dawn from Heaven.-Sung at Rome on
Christmas Eve
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Nets and cages.-Swedish Air
279
When through the piazzetta.-Venetian Air 281
Go, now, and dream.-Sicilian Air
282
Take hence the bowl.–Neapolitan Air
283
Farewell, Theresa !—Venetian Air
284
How oft, when watching stars.—Savoyard Air 285
When the first summer bee.-German Air
. 286
Though 'tis all but a dream.-French Air
287
'Tis when the cup is smiling.-Italian Air
288
cian Air 238