of 4-19-51 A James B. Angell INDEX. IRISH MELODIES. And doth not a meeting like this As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow 126 22 As slow our ship her foamy track 92 As vanquish'd Erin wept beside At the mid hour of night Avenging and bright falls the swift sword of Erin Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 129 65 60 35 Down in the valley come meet me to-night 111 Drink of this cup 109 Drink to her, who long 37 Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eye Eveleen's Bower In yonder valley there dwelt alone 128 I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining 87 Nay, tell me not dear! that the goblet drowns Of all the fair months that round the sun Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers Oh, blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers Oh, doubt me not-the season Oh, for the swords of former times Oh, had we some bright little isle of our own 59 106 43 80 113 115 38 16 74 104 72 Oh, haste and leave this sacred isle 24 Oh, the days are gone, when beauty bright 49 Oh, the sigh entrancing 119 Oh, think not my spirits are always as light 19 Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart Remember the glories of Brien the brave Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water 32 Sing, sing, music was given 135 The minstrel boy to the war is gone There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 17 27 69 23 The time I've lost in wooing 83 70 132 102 The young May moon is beaming, love 68 This life is all checker'd with pleasures and woes 62 Though dark are our sorrows 51 Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see 20 Through Erin's isle 63 Through grief and through danger 45 "Tis believed that this harp 48 "Tis gone, and for ever 86 "Tis the last rose of summer To ladies' eyes around, boy 'Twas one of those dreams 67 100 122 Weep on, weep on, your hour is past 52 We may roam through this world 29 What the bee is to the floweret When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow |