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| Faintly as tolls the evening chime (fl) |
19 |
3 |
| Oh Lady fair where art thou roamimg? (fl) |
20 |
10 |
| Can I again that look recall (fl) |
21 |
2 |
| Take back the sigh, thy lips of art (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Oh! had I leisure to sigh and mourn (fl) |
22-23 |
2 |
| Sweet seducer, ever smiling! (fl) |
23 |
2 |
| Fly from the world, oh, Bessy to me (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Here's the Bow'r she lov'd so much (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| Good night, good night, and is it so? (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Friend of my Soul! this goblet sip (fl) |
26-27 |
2 |
| Now let the warrior plume his steed (fl) |
27 |
1 |
| When time who steals our years away (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Cease, oh! cease to tempt my tender heart to love (fl) |
29-30 |
2 |
| 'Twas a new feeling, something more (fl) |
30 |
2 |
| Wreath you wove, wreath you wove, The (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| Beam of morning, trembling, The (fl) |
32 |
3 |
| Young Love found a Dial once in a dark shade (fl) |
33 |
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| Sweetest Love, I'll not forget thee (fl) |
34 |
4 |
| Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep (fl) |
35-36 |
7 |
| Thou hast sent me a flowery band (fl) |
36-37 |
2 |
| Could'st thou look as dear as when (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Young rose which I gave thee, so dewy and bright, The (fl) |
38 |
2 |
| Our white sail caught the ev'ning ray (fl) |
38-39 |
3 |
| Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us (fl) |
39-40 |
2 |
| When 'midst the gay I meet (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| Fanny was in the grove (fl) |
41-42 |
4 |
| Oh! remember the time in La mancha's shades (fl) |
42-43 |
2 |
| Away with this pouting and sadness (fl) |
43-44 |
4 |
| Spirit of joy! thy altar lies (fl) |
45 |
2 |
| Tho' sacred the tie that our country entwineth (fl) |
46 |
2 |
| Song, that lightens the languid way, The (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| Says Sammy, the tailor, to me (fl) |
47-48 |
3 |
| When Leila touch'd the lute (fl) |
49 |
3 |
| Young love liv'd once in a humble shed (fl) |
49-50 |
2 |
| Robert Rumble, a poet of lyric renown (fl) |
50-52 |
4 |
| To sigh, yet feel no pain (fl) |
52-53 |
2 |
| Come lads, life's a whirligig (fl) |
53-54 |
2 |
| Dear aunt! in the olden time of love (fl) |
54-55 |
2 |
| When Charles was deceiv'd by the maid he loved (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice (fl) |
56-58 |
4 |
| Here is the lip that betray'd (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| When life looks lone and dreary (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| Lottery, a lottery, A (fl) |
59-61 |
3 |
| Girl, dost thou know me? (fl) |
62 |
1 |
| Though sacred the tie that our country entwineth (fl) |
62-63 |
2 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you? (fl) |
63-64 |
4 |
| Does the harp of Rosa slumber? (fl) |
64-65 |
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| Have you not seen the timid tear (fl) |
65 |
2 |
| Oh! nothing in life can sadden us (fl) |
66-67 |
4 |
| If I swear by that eye, you'll allow (fl) |
67-68 |
5 |
| Where is the nymph, whose azure eye (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Mary, I believ'd thee true (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
70 |
3 |
| Take back the sigh, thy lips of art (fl) |
71 |
3 |
| Come, take the harp---'tis vain to muse (fl) |
71-72 |
6 |
| Merrily every bosom boundeth (fl) |
73-74 |
4 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
74-75 |
3 |
| Love, my Mary, dwells with thee (fl) |
75-76 |
2 |
| I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
76-77 |
2 |
| Spirit there is, whose fragrant sigh, A (fl) |
77-79 |
8 |
| Tell me not of joys above (fl) |
79-80 |
4 |
| I know where the wing'd visions dwell (fl) |
80-81 |
4 |
| Come hither, come hither---by night or by day (fl) |
81-83 |
3 |
| There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told (fl) |
83 |
1 |
| Fly to the desert, fly with me (fl) |
83-85 |
11 |
| From Chindara'a warbling fount I come (fl) |
85-87 |
6 |
| There's a bower of roses by Bendemmer's stream (fl) |
88 |
2 |
| One morn a Peri at the gate (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Farewell---farewell to thee, Araby's daughter (fl) |
90-93 |
10 |
| When wearied wretches sink to sleep (fl) |
93 |
3 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the west, A (fl) |
94-95 |
7 |
| They made her grave, too cold and damp (fl) |
95-97 |
8 |
| I do confess, in many a sigh (fl) |
97-98 |
4 |
| When I lov'd you, I can't but allow (fl) |
99 |
1 |
| Well---peace to thy heart, though another's it be (fl) |
99-101 |
2 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
103-104 |
3 |
| Remember the glories of Brien the brave (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
107 |
2 |
| Harp that once though Tara's halls, The (fl) |
107-108 |
2 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
108-109 |
2 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
109 |
2 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
110-111 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
111-112 |
2 |
| Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
113 |
3 |
| Rich and rare were the gems she wore (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
116-117 |
4 |
| Oh haste and leave this sacred isle (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
119-120 |
4 |
| How dear to me the hour when day-light dies (fl) |
121 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
121-122 |
3 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
124-126 |
3 |
| Oh weep for the hour (fl) |
126-127 |
2 |
| Let Erin remember the days of old (fl) |
127-129 |
2 |
| Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water (fl) |
129-130 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
131 |
2 |
| Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke (fl) |
132-133 |
4 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
134 |
2 |
| Like the bright lamp that lay in Kildare's holy shrine (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
136-138 |
3 |
| Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bow'rs (fl) |
138-141 |
4 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
141-142 |
2 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
143-144 |
3 |
| By the hope within us springing (fl) |
144-145 |
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| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
146 |
2 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that where e'er we rove (fl) |
147-148 |
2 |
| Through grief and through danger, thy smile hath cheer'd my way (fl) |
149-150 |
3 |
| When through life unblest we rove (fl) |
150-151 |
3 |
| It is not the tear at this moment shed (fl) |
151-152 |
2 |
| 'Tis believ'd that this Harp which I now wake for thee (fl) |
152-153 |
4 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
154-155 |
3 |
| Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them (fl) |
155-157 |
3 |
| Weep on, weep on, your hour is past (fl) |
157-158 |
3 |
| Lesbia hath a beaming eye (fl) |
159-160 |
3 |
| I saw thy form in youthful prime (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps (fl) |
162 |
4 |
| By that lake, whose gloomy shore (fl) |
163-164 |
5 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
165-166 |
2 |
| Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin (fl) |
166-168 |
4 |
| What the bee is to the flow'ret (fl) |
168-169 |
5 |
| Here we dwell in holiest bowers (fl) |
170 |
3 |
| This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes (fl) |
171-172 |
2 |
| Through Erin's isle (fl) |
172-174 |
2 |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly (fl) |
174-175 |
2 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
175-176 |
3 |
| One bumper at parting---though many (fl) |
176-178 |
3 |
| Young may moon is beaming, love, The (fl) |
178-179 |
2 |
| Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, The (fl) |
179-180 |
2 |
| Valley lay smiling before me, The (fl) |
180-182 |
4 |
| Oh! we had some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
183-184 |
2 |
| Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour (fl) |
184-185 |
3 |
| Oh! doubt me not---the season (fl) |
186 |
2 |
| You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride (fl) |
187-188 |
3 |
| I'd mourn the hopes that leave me (fl) |
188-189 |
4 |
| Come o'er the sea (fl) |
190-191 |
3 |
| Has sorrow thy young days shaded (fl) |
191-193 |
4 |
| No, not more welcome the fairy numbers (fl) |
193-194 |
2 |
| When first I met thee, warm and young (fl) |
194-196 |
4 |
| While History's Muse the memorial was keeping (fl) |
196-198 |
3 |
| Time I've lost in wooing, The (fl) |
198-199 |
3 |
| Oh! Where's the slave, so lowly (fl) |
200 |
2 |
| Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! (fl) |
201 |
3 |
| 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking (fl) |
202-203 |
3 |
| I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining (fl) |
203-204 |
4 |
| Fill the bumper fair! (fl) |
205-207 |
5 |
| Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee (fl) |
207-208 |
2 |
| Alone on the Schuylkill a wanderer rov'd (fl) |
209-210 |
8 |
| Thy song has taught my heart to feel (fl) |
211 |
4 |
| Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth--- (fl) |
213-214 |
5 |
| Array'd in clouds of golden light (fl) |
214 |
2 |
| Fallen is thy throne, Oh Israel! (fl) |
215-216 |
4 |
| Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears (fl) |
217 |
2 |
| Thou art, Oh God! the life and light (fl) |
218-219 |
4 |
| Oh! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear (fl) |
219-220 |
2 |
| This world is all a fleeting show (fl) |
220-221 |
3 |
| Were not the sinful Mary's tears (fl) |
221-222 |
5 |
| Weep not for those, whom the veil of the tomb (fl) |
222-223 |
2 |
| Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! (fl) |
223-224 |
2 |
| Who is the maid my spirit seeks (fl) |
225 |
3 |
| Bird, let loose in Eastern skies, The (fl) |
226 |
2 |
| Turf shall be my fragrant shrine, The (fl) |
226-228 |
7 |
| Come not,, Oh Lord! in the dread robe of splendour (fl) |
228-229 |
3 |
| As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean (fl) |
229 |
2 |
| But who shall see the glorious day (fl) |
230 |
2 |
| Almighty God! when round thy shrine (fl) |
231 |
2 |
| Oh fair! Oh purest! be thou the dove (fl) |
232 |
2 |