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Page |
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| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Remember the glories of Brien, the brave (fl) |
4-6 |
3 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
6 |
2 |
| Harp that once through Tara's halls, The (fl) |
7 |
2 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
7-8 |
2 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
8 |
2 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
10-11 |
2 |
| Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Rich and rare were the gems she wore (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
13-14 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
14-15 |
4 |
| Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle (fl) |
15-16 |
3 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| How dear to me the hour, when day-light dies (fl) |
18 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Oh! weep for the hour (fl) |
22-23 |
2 |
| Let Erin remember the days of old (fl) |
23-25 |
2 |
| Silent, O Moyle! be the roar of thy water (fl) |
25-26 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
27 |
2 |
| Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke (fl) |
27-29 |
4 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
29 |
2 |
| Like the bright lamp that lay in Kildare's holy shrine (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bow'rs (fl) |
32-34 |
4 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
35-36 |
2 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
36-37 |
3 |
| By the hope within us springing (fl) |
37-38 |
2 |
| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where e're we rove (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| Through grief and through danger, thy smile hath cheer'd my way (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| When through life unblest we rove (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| It is not the tear at this moment shed (fl) |
43-44 |
2 |
| 'Tis believ'd that this Harp which I now wake for thee (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| Though dark are our sorrows, to day we'll forget them (fl) |
46-48 |
3 |
| Weep on, weep on, your hour is past (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Lesbia hath a beaming eye (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| I saw thy form in youthful prime (fl) |
51 |
3 |
| She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps (fl) |
52 |
4 |
| By that Lake, whose gloomy shore (fl) |
53-54 |
5 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
54-55 |
2 |
| Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin (fl) |
56-57 |
4 |
| What the bee is to the flowret (fl) |
57-58 |
5 |
| Here we dwell in holiest bowers (fl) |
59 |
3 |
| Through Erin's Isle (fl) |
60-61 |
2 |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly (fl) |
61-62 |
2 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| One bumper at parting---though many (fl) |
63-64 |
3 |
| Young may moon is beaming, love, The (fl) |
65 |
2 |
| Minstrel boy to the war is gone, The (fl) |
66 |
2 |
| Valley lay smiling before me, The (fl) |
66-68 |
4 |
| Oh! we had some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
68-69 |
2 |
| Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour (fl) |
69-70 |
3 |
| This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes (fl) |
71-72 |
2 |
| Oh! doubt me not; the season (fl) |
72-73 |
2 |
| You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride (fl) |
73-74 |
3 |
| I'd mourn the hopes that leave me (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| Come o'er the sea (fl) |
75-76 |
2 |
| Has sorrow thy young days shaded (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| No, not more welcome the fairy numbers (fl) |
78-79 |
2 |
| When first I met thee, warm and young (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| While history's muse the memorial was keeping (fl) |
81-82 |
3 |
| Time I've lost in wooing, The (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| Oh! where's the slave, so lowly (fl) |
84 |
2 |
| Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! (fl) |
85 |
3 |
| I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining (fl) |
85-86 |
4 |
| Fill the bumper fair! (fl) |
86-88 |
5 |
| 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Dear Harp of my country, in darkness I found thee (fl) |
89-90 |
2 |
| Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth (fl) |
91-92 |
5 |
| Array'd in clouds of golden light (fl) |
92 |
2 |
| Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! (fl) |
92-93 |
2 |
| Fallen is thy throne, oh Israel! (fl) |
93-95 |
4 |
| Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears (fl) |
95-96 |
2 |
| Thou art, Oh God! the life and light (fl) |
96-97 |
4 |
| Oh! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear (fl) |
97-98 |
6 |
| This world is all a fleeting show (fl) |
98-99 |
3 |
| Were not the sinful Mary's tears (fl) |
99-100 |
5 |
| Weep not for those, whom the veil of the tomb (fl) |
100-101 |
2 |
| When wearied wretches sink to sleep (fl) |
103 |
3 |
| Beam of tranquillity smil'd in the west, A (fl) |
103-104 |
7 |
| They made her grave, too cold and damp (fl) |
105-106 |
8 |
| I do confess, in many a sigh (fl) |
107-108 |
5 |
| When I lov'd you, I can't but allow (fl) |
108 |
1 |
| Well---peace to thy heart, though another's it be (fl) |
108-110 |
4 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer rov'd (fl) |
112-113 |
8 |
| Thy song has taught my heart to feel (fl) |
113-114 |
4 |
| When, casting many a look behind (fl) |
114-115 |
8 |
| Sweet seducer, ever smiling (fl) |
115-116 |
4 |
| In vain we fondly strive to trace (fl) |
116-118 |
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| Oh! woman, if by simple wile (fl) |
118 |
3 |
| There lies a shell beneath the waves (fl) |
119-124 |
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| Though late the word of friendship came (fl) |
124-129 |
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| From rise of morn, till set of sun (fl) |
129-131 |
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| 'Twas in the Summer time, so sweet (fl) |
131-133 |
13 |
| My love and I, the other day (fl) |
133-134 |
5 |
| 'Twas a new feeling---something more (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| Come, take the harp---'tis vain to muse (fl) |
135-136 |
6 |
| No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep (fl) |
136-137 |
4 |
| Yes, if 'twere and common love (fl) |
137-138 |
7 |
| Take back the sigh, thy lips of art (fl) |
139 |
3 |
| When the heart's feeling (fl) |
139-140 |
2 |
| When time was entwining the garland of years (fl) |
140 |
2 |
| Chloris, I swear by all I ever swore (fl) |
140 |
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