And is there then no earthly place 244 As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow 37 Come list, while I tell of the heart-wounded Stranger. 126 Come, maids and youths, for here we sell 172 Come, play me that simple air again 202 Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer 39 Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee 54 Faintly as tolls the evening chime Even here, in this region of wonders, I find Fare thee well, thou lovely one!. Farewell-farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Fleetly o'er the moonlit snows Flow on, thou shining river. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour. 246 119 101 296 Farewell-but whenever you welcome the hour 227 213 113 26 75 From rise of morn till set of sun Gaily sounds the castanet Тере Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing Hark! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling Have you not seen the timid tear 147 257 258 189 251 Her last words at parting, how can I forget?. 165 294 I know where the winged visions dwell. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies . How lightly mounts the Muse's wing Hymen, late, his love-knots selling I dreamt that, in the Paphian groves I found her not-the chamber seem'd I give thee all-I can no more. I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd I love a maid, a mystic maid 151 111 146 131 83 2 145 67 274 225 I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here 98 I've been, oh, sweet daughter. 155 If, after all, you still will doubt and fear me 137 If life for me hath joy or light 154 If thou wouldst have me sing and play. 197 In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown 70 In vain all the Knights of the Underwald woo'd her Is it not sweet to think, hereafter 122 112 It came o'er her sleep, like a voice of those days Light sounds the harp when the combat is over 240 162 Like one who, doom'd o'er distant seas. 106 279 161 March nor heed those arms that hold thee Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade l'age 18 85 Oh fair! oh purest! be thou the dove Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own 35 255 34 Oh, lost, for ever lost-no more 21 Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright 6 Oh, the sight entrancing 91 Oh! think not my spirits are always as light. 20 O Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear Our first young love resembles 116 135 Our hearts, my love, were form'd to be. 251 Our white sail caught the ev'ning ray 149 Poor broken flower! what art can now recover thee 242 Reason, and Folly, and Beauty, they say 182 Rich and rare were the gems she wore 42 Rose of the Desert! thou, whose blushing ray She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee Slumber, oh slumber; if sleeping thou mak'st Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high The more I've view'd this world, the more I've found There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream 267 283 109 1 211 292 311 l'age They both were hush'd, the voice, the chords They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it 175 16 173 158 170 They told her that he to whose vows she had listen'd 120 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes 226 168 Thou art, O God, the life and light. 198 Thou bidst me sing the lay I sung to thee. 159 'Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee 29 Welcome, sweet bird, through the sunny air winging 200 230 What shall I sing thee? Shall I tell 195 When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved When Love was a child, and went idling round Young Love found a dial once, in a dark shade Yes, yes, when the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er 153 36 148 236 Young Jessica sat all the day 234 Richard Clay, Printer, Bread Street Hill, London. |