| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| No longer I follow a sound (fl) |
152 |
4 |
| When all within is peace (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| In new fangled gown and my Wellington Hat (fl) |
153-154 |
3 |
| Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle (fl) |
154 |
|
| 'Twas evening, at that fairy hour (fl) |
155 |
3 |
| When the soft breath of May so auspicious to love (fl) |
155-156 |
3 |
| When I first told my Rosa I lov'd (fl) |
156-157 |
4 |
| No, no, no, to the woods I cannot stray, to the woods I cannot stray (fl) |
157 |
2 |
| Go forth my song, upon thy venturous way (fl) |
157-158 |
2 |
| Wake, Maid of Lorn! the moments fly (fl) |
158 |
2 |
| Merrily, merrily, bounds the bark (fl) |
159 |
4 |
| Orphan I was, by the world inbefriended, An (fl) |
160 |
2 |
| Say shall the minstrel's artless theme (fl) |
160-161 |
5 |
| This world is all a fleeting show (fl) |
161 |
3 |
| Oh! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear (fl) |
161-162 |
2 |