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CONTENTS OF VOL. IV.

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 . 14

When he who adores thee has left but the name 15

Thc 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 23

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 24

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 may roam through this world, like a child at a

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-

Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke . 44

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 46

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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

Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers 75

While gazing on the moon's light.

When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow

By the hope, within us springing.

Night closed around the conqueror's way

Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we roam 84

Through grief and through danger

When through life unbless'd we rove .

It is not the tear at this moment shed

'Tis believed that this harp, which I wake now 90

Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright

Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them 101

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 III

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

Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin 113

What the bee is to the floweret

Here we dwell, in holiest bowers .

This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes 118

Through Erin's isle

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

The young May-moon is beaming, love

The minstrel-boy to the war is gone

The valley lay smiling before me

Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own

Farewell !- but whenever you welcome the hour 140

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

Has sorrow thy young days shaded

No, not more welcome the fairy numbers

When first I met thee, warm and young

While History's muse the memorial was keeping . 158

The time I've lost in wooing

Where is the slave, so lowly ·

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!

Dear barp of my country! in darkness I found thee. 170

My gentle harp! once more I waken

As slow our ship her foamy track

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

Whene'er I see those smiling eyes .

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

To ladies' eyes a round, boy ·

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!

Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us

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

Down in the valley come meet me to-night

dead! oh, ye dead! whom we know 208

Of all the fair months that round the sun

How sweet the answer Echo makes

Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers

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.

A temple to Friendship.-Spanish Air

Flow on, thou shining river.-Portuguese Air.

All that's bright must fade. - Indian Air

So warmly we met.-Hungarian Air .

Those evening bells.-Air, The Bells of St. Peters-

Should those fond hopes.-Portuguese Air

Reason, Folly, and Beauty.-Italian Air

Fare thee well, thou lovely one!-Sicilian Air. 235

Dost thou remember ?-Portuguese Air

Oh! come to me when daylight sets.-- -Venetian Air 238

Oft, in the stilly night. -Scotch Air

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing.-Russian Air : 241

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No. II.

Love and Hope.-Swiss Air .

There comes a time.-German Air

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My barp has one unchanging theme.-Swedish Air. 248

Oh! no-not e'en when first we loved.-Cashmerian

Peace be around thee!-Scotch Air

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 hunter-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

Say, what shall be our sport to-day?-Sicilian Air. 264

Bright be thy dreams!-Welch Air

Go, then—'tis vain.-Sicilian Air

The crystal hunters.-Swiss Air

Row gently here.—Venetian Air .

Oh! the days of youth.-French Air .

When first that smile.- Venetian Air

Peace to the slumberers !--Catalonian Air

When thou shalt wander.-Sicilian Air

Who'll buy my love-knots?—Portuguese Air . 274

See, the dawn from Heaven.-Sung at Rome on

Nets and cages.--Swedish Air

When through the piazzetta.-Venetian Air 281

Go, now, and dream.-Sicilian Air

Take hence the bowl.-Neapolitan Air

Farewell, Theresa !-Venetian Air

How oft, when watching stars.—Savoyard Air 285

When the first summer bee.-German Air

Though 'tis all but a dream.-French Air

'Tis when the cup is smiling.-Italian Air 288

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