| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Faintly as tolls the evening chime (fl) |
13-15 |
3 |
| Oh Lady fair, where art thou roamimg? (fl) |
15-16 |
10 |
| Can I again that look recall (fl) |
16-17 |
2 |
| Take back the sigh, thy lips of art (fl) |
17 |
3 |
| Oh! had I leisure to sigh and mourn (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| Sweet seducer, ever smiling! (fl) |
18-19 |
2 |
| Fly from the world, oh, Bessy, to me (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| Here's the Bow'r she lov'd so much (fl) |
20-21 |
2 |
| Good night, good night, and is it so? (fl) |
21 |
3 |
| Friend of my Soul! this goblet sip (fl) |
22 |
2 |
| Now let the warrior plume his steed (fl) |
22-23 |
2 |
| When time who steals our years away (fl) |
23-24 |
3 |
| Cease, Oh! cease to tempt my tender heart to love (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| 'Twas a new feeling, something more (fl) |
25 |
2 |
| Wreath you wove, wreath you wove, The (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Oh! why should the girl of my soul be in tears (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| Beam of morning, trembling, The (fl) |
27 |
3 |
| Young Love found a Dial once in a dark shade (fl) |
27-28 |
|
| Sweetest Love, I'll not forget thee (fl) |
28-29 |
4 |
| Holy be the Pilgrim's sleep (fl) |
29-30 |
7 |
| Thou hast sent me a flowery band (fl) |
30-31 |
3 |
| Could'st thou look as dear as when (fl) |
31-32 |
2 |
| Young rose which I gave thee, so dewy and bright, The (fl) |
32 |
2 |
| Our white sail caught the ev'ning ray (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| Pain and sorrow shall vanish before us (fl) |
33-34 |
2 |
| When 'midst the gay I meet (fl) |
34-35 |
2 |
| Fanny was in the grove (fl) |
35-36 |
4 |
| Oh! remember the time in La Mancha's shades (fl) |
36-37 |
2 |
| Away with this pouting and sadness (fl) |
37-38 |
4 |
| Spirit of joy! thy altar lies (fl) |
39 |
2 |
| Tho' sacred the tie that our country entwineth (fl) |
40 |
|
| Song, that lightens the languid way, The (fl) |
40-41 |
2 |
| Says Sammy, the tailor, to me (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| When Leila touch'd the lute (fl) |
42-43 |
3 |
| Young love liv'd once in a humble shed (fl) |
43-44 |
2 |
| Robert Rumble, a poet of lyric renown (fl) |
44-45 |
4 |
| To sigh, yet feel no pain (fl) |
45-46 |
2 |
| Come lads, life's a whirligig (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| Dear aunt! in the olden time of love (fl) |
47-48 |
2 |
| When Charles was deceiv'd by the maid he loved (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| Mr. Orator Puff had two tones in his voice (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Here is the lip that betray'd (fl) |
50-51 |
2 |
| When life looks lone and dreary (fl) |
51 |
2 |
| Lottery, a lottery, A (fl) |
52-53 |
3 |
| Girl, dost thou know me? (fl) |
54 |
1 |
| Will you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you? (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| Does the harp of Rosa slumber? (fl) |
55-56 |
1 |
| Have you not seen the timid tear (fl) |
56 |
2 |
| Oh! nothing in life can sadden us (fl) |
56-58 |
4 |
| If I swear by that eye, you'll allow (fl) |
58-59 |
5 |
| Where is the nymph, whose azure eye (fl) |
59 |
3 |
| Mary, I believ'd thee true (fl) |
60 |
4 |
| Why does azure deck the sky? (fl) |
60-61 |
3 |
| Come, take the harp---'tis vain to muse (fl) |
61-62 |
6 |
| Merrily every bosom boundeth (fl) |
62-64 |
4 |
| Scene was more beautiful far to my eye, The (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Love, my Mary, dwells with thee (fl) |
65 |
2 |
| I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd (fl) |
66 |
2 |
| Spirit there is, whose fragrant sigh, A (fl) |
66-68 |
8 |
| Tell me not of joys above (fl) |
68 |
4 |
| I know where the wing'd visions dwell (fl) |
69-70 |
4 |
| Come hither, come hither---by night or by day (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told (fl) |
71-72 |
1 |
| Fly to the desert, fly with me (fl) |
72-74 |
11 |
| From Chindara'a warbling fount I come (fl) |
74-76 |
6 |
| There's a bower of roses by Bendemmer's stream (fl) |
76-77 |
2 |
| One morn a Peri at the gate (fl) |
77-78 |
2 |
| Farewell---farewell to thee, Araby's daughter (fl) |
78-80 |
10 |
| When wearied wretches sink to sleep (fl) |
81 |
3 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the west, A (fl) |
81-82 |
7 |
| They made her grave, too cold and damp (fl) |
83-84 |
8 |
| I do confess, in many a sigh (fl) |
84-86 |
5 |
| When I lov'd you, I can't but allow (fl) |
86 |
1 |
| Well---peace to thy heart, though another's it be (fl) |
86-88 |
2 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
88-89 |
3 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
90-91 |
3 |
| Remember the glories of Brien the brave (fl) |
91-92 |
3 |
| Erin! the tear and the sdmile in thine eyes (fl) |
93 |
2 |
| Harp that once though Tara's halls, The (fl) |
93-94 |
2 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
94 |
2 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
95 |
2 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
95-96 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
97-98 |
2 |
| Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
98 |
3 |
| Rich and rare were the gems she wore (fl) |
99-100 |
4 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
100-101 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
101-102 |
4 |
| Oh, haste and leave this sacred isle (fl) |
102-103 |
3 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| How dear to me the hour when day-light dies (fl) |
105 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
105-106 |
3 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried (fl) |
106-108 |
3 |
| We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
108-109 |
3 |
| Oh, weep for the hour (fl) |
109-110 |
2 |
| Let Erin remember the days of old (fl) |
110-112 |
2 |
| Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water (fl) |
112-113 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
113-114 |
2 |
| Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke (fl) |
114-115 |
4 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
116 |
2 |
| Like the bright lamp that lay in Kildare's shrine (fl) |
116-117 |
3 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
118-119 |
3 |
| Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bow'r (fl) |
119-121 |
4 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
121-123 |
2 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
123-124 |
3 |
| By the hope within us springing (fl) |
124-125 |
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| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
126 |
2 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that where e'er we rove (fl) |
126-128 |
2 |
| Through grief and through danger, thy smile hath cheer'd my way (fl) |
128-129 |
3 |
| When through life unblest we rove (fl) |
129-130 |
3 |
| It is not the tear at this moment shed (fl) |
130-131 |
2 |
| 'Tis believ'd that this Harp which I now wake for thee (fl) |
131-132 |
4 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
132-133 |
3 |
| Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them (fl) |
134-135 |
3 |
| Weep on, weep on, your hour is past (fl) |
135-136 |
3 |
| Lesbia hath a beaming eye (fl) |
136-138 |
3 |
| I saw thy form in youthful prime (fl) |
138-139 |
3 |
| She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps (fl) |
139-140 |
4 |
| By that lake whose gloomy shore (fl) |
140-142 |
5 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
142-143 |
2 |
| Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin (fl) |
143-145 |
3 |
| What the bee is to the flow'ret (fl) |
145-146 |
5 |
| Here we dwell in holiest bowers (fl) |
146-147 |
3 |
| This life is all checker'd with pleasures and woes (fl) |
147-148 |
2 |
| Through Erin's isle (fl) |
148-149 |
2 |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly (fl) |
150 |
2 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
151 |
3 |
| One bumper at parting---though many (fl) |
152-153 |
3 |
| Young May moon is beaming, love, The (fl) |
153-154 |
2 |
| Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, The (fl) |
154-155 |
2 |
| Valley lay smiling before me, The (fl) |
155-157 |
4 |
| Oh! we had some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
157-158 |
2 |
| Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour (fl) |
158-159 |
3 |
| Oh! doubt me not---the season (fl) |
159-160 |
2 |
| You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride (fl) |
160-161 |
3 |
| I'd mourn the hopes that leave me (fl) |
161-162 |
4 |
| Come o'er the sea (fl) |
162-164 |
4 |
| Has sorrow thy young days shaded (fl) |
164-165 |
4 |
| No, not more welcome the fairy numbers (fl) |
166 |
2 |
| When first I met thee, warm and young (fl) |
166-168 |
4 |
| While History's Muse the memorial was keeping (fl) |
168-169 |
3 |
| Time I've lost in wooing, The (fl) |
170-171 |
3 |
| Oh! where's the slave so lowly (fl) |
171-172 |
2 |
| Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! (fl) |
172-173 |
3 |
| 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking (fl) |
173-174 |
3 |
| I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining (fl) |
174-175 |
4 |
| Fill the bumper fair! (fl) |
175-177 |
5 |
| Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee (fl) |
177-178 |
2 |
| Alone on the Schuylkill a wanderer rov'd (fl) |
178-180 |
8 |
| Thy song has taught my heart to feel (fl) |
180-181 |
4 |
| No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep (fl) |
181-182 |
4 |
| 'Twas in the Summer time, so sweet (fl) |
182-184 |
14 |
| I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd (fl) |
185 |
4 |
| I more than once have heard, at night (fl) |
185-187 |
8 |
| From rise of morn till set of sun (fl) |
187-189 |
9 |
| Now the vapour, hot and damp (fl) |
189-192 |
8 |
| Not many months have been dream'd away (fl) |
192-201 |
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| See you, beneath yon cloud so dark (fl) |
202-203 |
6 |
| Never mind how the pedagogue proses (fl) |
203-205 |
9 |
| Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth--- (fl) |
207-208 |
5 |
| Array'd in clouds of golden light (fl) |
208 |
2 |
| Fallen is thy throne, O Israel! (fl) |
208-210 |
4 |
| Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears (fl) |
210-211 |
2 |
| Thou art, Oh God! the life and light (fl) |
211-212 |
4 |
| Oh! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear (fl) |
212-213 |
2 |
| This world is all a fleeting show (fl) |
213-214 |
3 |
| Were not the sinful Mary's tears (fl) |
214-215 |
5 |
| Weep not for those, whom the veil of the tomb (fl) |
215-216 |
2 |
| Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! (fl) |
216-217 |
2 |
| Who is the maid my spirit seeks (fl) |
217-218 |
3 |
| Bird, let loose in Eastern skies, The (fl) |
218-219 |
2 |
| Turf shall be my fragrant shrine, The (fl) |
219-220 |
7 |
| Come not,, Oh Lord (fl) |
221 |
3 |
| As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean (fl) |
221-222 |
2 |
| But who shall see the glorious day (fl) |
222-223 |
2 |
| Almighty God! when round thy shrine (fl) |
223-224 |
2 |
| Oh fair! Oh purest! be thou the dove (fl) |
224-225 |
2 |
| Dost thou remember that place so lonely (fl) |
227-228 |
2 |
| Oh come to me when day light sets (fl) |
228 |
2 |
| Oft in the stilly night (fl) |
229 |
2 |
| Reason, and Folly, and Beauty, they say (fl) |
229-230 |
4 |
| Fare thee well, thou lovely one (fl) |
231 |
2 |
| "Temple to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted, A (fl) |
231-232 |
2 |
| Flow on, thou shining river (fl) |
232-233 |
2 |
| All that's bright must fade (fl) |
233 |
1 |
| So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted (fl) |
234 |
2 |
| Those ev'ning bells, those ev'ning bells (fl) |
234-235 |
3 |
| Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee (fl) |
235-236 |
2 |
| They may rail at this life---from the hour I began it (fl) |
236-237 |
4 |
| Hark, the vesper hymn is stealing (fl) |
237-238 |
2 |