| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| When from our shores Bellona's car (fl) |
91-93 |
9 |
| Genius of Freedom, escap'd from the flood, The (fl) |
93-96 |
7 |
| When the fiend of fell discord had delug'd in gore [sic] (fl) |
96-98 |
5 |
| Come crowd around the festive board (fl) |
98-100 |
5 |
| While around the festive board (fl) |
101-104 |
8 |
| From the crystalline courts of the temple of light (fl) |
105-107 |
7 |
| When o'er proud Tiber's flood (fl) |
108-110 |
5 |
| Awake the loud trumpet, 'tis Freedom invites (fl) |
110-111 |
3 |
| When, wrapp'd in folds of papal gloom (fl) |
112-113 |
6 |
| Hail to the Art whose effulgence has brighten'd (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Deep murmuring down the lonely dell (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| While the vassals of Tyranny rivet their claims (fl) |
117-118 |
5 |
| Hibernia's tears for ever flow (fl) |
119 |
2 |
| Friendless exile! old and hoary (fl) |
120-122 |
15 |
| Irish maiden, whither fly you? (fl) |
123-125 |
15 |
| Hark! 'twas the trumpet of victory sounded! (fl) |
126-127 |
4 |
| Awake the bugle's martial voice (fl) |
128-129 |
4 |
| Banner of Freedom high float'd unfurl'd (fl) |
130-132 |
7 |
| Yankee tars! come, join the chorus (fl) |
132-135 |
13 |
| Rejoice! rejoice! Fredonia's sons rejoice! (fl) |
135-137 |
4 |
| Thro' the gloom of despondence, bright glory appears (fl) |
138-139 |
4 |
| Hail to the day which arises in splendour (fl) |
140-141 |
3 |
| Come, banish all your petty jars (fl) |
142-144 |
5 |
| Patrons! scowling Winter wages (fl) |
145-152 |
42 |
| Dear patrons! last night, as the ev'ning expired (fl) |
153-157 |
32 |
| Patrons, the moon, whose silver crescent dress'd (fl) |
158-168 |
|
| In vain I breathed the tender sigh (fl) |
169 |
3 |
| No, friendship, dear Julia, is all I can proffer (fl) |
170-171 |
|
| Ye fair, who complain of neglect in your spouses (fl) |
172-174 |
12 |
| On the banks of the Hudson, enamell'd with flowers (fl) |
175-176 |
10 |
| I've seen the blushing garden drest (fl) |
177-178 |
6 |
| Kings, who rule mankind with haughty sway, The (fl) |
178-182 |
|
| Other day, a certain beau, The (fl) |
182-183 |
|
| While sylvan bards awake the tuneful strain (fl) |
187-213 |
|
| New-Haven be my theme---nor mean the name (fl) |
217-251 |
|
| When Fate's stern fiat dooms fond friends to part (fl) |
253-255 |
|
| And did I say, my lyre should sleep (fl) |
259-260 |
|
| There is a Philosophy, hollow, unsound (fl) |
260-261 |
7 |
| How happy the man who discards friom his breast (fl) |
262 |
4 |
| Weeping Mary, bathed in sorrow (fl) |
263-264 |
6 |
| Rich in mercy, Jesus reigns (fl) |
265 |
3 |
| O for a Seraph's golden lyre (fl) |
266-267 |
6 |
| Sing to jehovah an anthem of praise (fl) |
268-269 |
3 |
| That God, who calls the human mind (fl) |
270-271 |
3 |
| Song of gratitude begin, A (fl) |
272 |
3 |
| God in His holy Temple (fl) |
273-274 |
4 |
| Redemption claims our hughest lays (fl) |
275-276 |
5 |
| Strike the loud anthem to hail the blest morning (fl) |
277-278 |
3 |
| How shall we sinners come before (fl) |
279-280 |
6 |
| Ye sons of men, come, seek the Lord (fl) |
281 |
4 |
| There is a world---a world of mind (fl) |
282283 |
6 |
| Our God can re-create (fl) |
283-284 |
6 |