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Go where Glory waits thee,
Whene'er I see those smiling eyes,
At the Mid Hour of Night,
Erin! the Tear and the Smile in thine Eyes,
Fill the Bumper fair,
Oh barquet not,
My gentle Harp,
Shall the Harp, then, be silent,
I've a Secret to tell thee,
The Minstrel Boy,
Lesbia hath a beaming Eye,
The Wandering Bard,
Drink of this Cup, ·
To Ladies' Eyes,
The Mountain Sprite,
Ob, could we do with this World of ours,
Believe me, if all those endearing young Charms,
And doth not a meeting like this,
The Irish Peasant to his Mistress,
As slow our Ship,
Before the Battle, .
After the Battle,
Has Sorrow thy young days shaded, .
She is far from the Land,
How oft bas the Benshee cried,
I'd mourn the Hopes,
When he who adores thee,
Erin, oh Erin,
The Time I've lost in wooing,
. Sing, sweet Harp. .
Lot Erin remember the Days of old, .
'Twas one of those Dreams,
Avenging and Bright,
They may rail at this Life,
Come, send round the Wine,
By that Lake, whose gloony sbore, .
Oh, think not my spirits are always as light, 39
She sung of Love, .
Oh! blame not the Bard,
Tho' the last Glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, 42
Nay, tell me not, dear,
The Origin of the Harp, .
Fly not yet,
From this Hour the Pledge is given, .
'Tis the last Rose of Summer
The Song of Fionnuala,
As a Beam o'er the Face of the illaters may glow,
It is not the tear at this moment shed,
Come o'er the Sea, .
What the Bee is to the Flow ret,
The Parallel, .
Dear Harp of my Country,
Sublime was the Warning,
Oh! had we some bright little Isle of our own, 54
The Wine-cup is circling,
This Life is all chequer'd with Pleasures and Woes. 55
Oh! doubt me not,
Rich and rare were the Gems she wore,
Ne'er ask the Hour,
No, not more welcome,
Drink to her,
They know not my Heart,
Song of the Battle Eve,
We may roam through this World,
Oh, ye Dead,
The young May Moon,
Forget not the Field,
Thee, thee, only thee,
War Song. Remember the Glories of Brien the
The Meeting of the Waters,
While History's Muse,
Though bumble the Banquet,
Wreathe the Bowl, .
The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni,
Weep on, weep on,
Where is the Slave,
St. Senanus and the Lady,
I saw from the Beach,
Alone in Crowds to wander on,
One Bumper at parting, ·
The Harp that once through Tara's Hall,
Come, rest in this Bosom,
"Tis Gone, and for ever,
Quick! we have bnt a Second,
Take back the Virgin Page. Written on returning
a blank Book,
How dear to me the Hour,
Fairest, put on awhile;
The Prince's Day,
The Night Dance, .
Love and the Novice,
When cold in the Earth,.
'Tis sweet to Think,
I saw thy Form in youthful Prime,
Oh, the Sight entrancing,
Sing-sing--Music was given,.
I wish I was by that dim Lake,
Oh for the Swords of former Time,
While Gazing on the Moon's Light,
The Dream of those Days,
Oh the Shamrock, .
Song of Innisfail,
Love's young Dream,
Oh! Arranmore, lov'd Arranmore,
As vanquish'd Erin,
Lay his Sword by his side,
In the Morning of Life,
Sail on, sail on,
There are sounds of Mirth,
You remember Ellen,
Oh, breathe not his Name,
When first I met thee,
Farewell! but whenever you welcome,
If thou'lt be mine, .
Silence is in our festal balls,
Those Evening Bells. (Air.— The Bells of St.
Comnon Sense and Genius. (French Air), 114
The Crystal-Hunters. (Swiss Air), .
Row gently here. (Venetian Air),
Love and Hope. (Swiss Air),.
Keep those Eyes still purely mine,
Fare thee well, thou lovely one. (Sicilian Air), 119
If in loving, singing,
Hope comes again, .
When through the Piazzetta. (Venetian Air),. 121
When abroad in the World,
Go, then— tis vain. (Sicilian Air),.
Thon lov'st no more,
All that's bright inust fade. (Indian Air), 124
Nets and Cages. (Swedish Air), .
Who'll buy my Love-knots. (Portuguese Air), 127
Dost thou remember. (Portuguese Air), .
Though 'tis all but a Dream. (French Air), 130
So warmly we met. (Hungarian Air),
Go, now, and dream. (Sicilian Air),
Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy Schools. (Mah-
Here sleeps the Bard. (Highland Air),
Hark! the Vesper Hymn is stealing. (Russian
Spring and Autumn,
Where shall we bury our Shame? (Neapolitan
Bring the bright Garlands hither,
Reason, Folly, and Beauty. (Italian Air), 137
Do not say that Life is Waning,
Then, fare thee well. (Old English Air), . 139
When the Wine-cup is smiling. (Italian Air), . 140
Oh, Days of Youth. (French Air), .
The Garland I send thee,
Oft, in the stilly Night. (Scotch Air),
Love is a Hunter-boy. (Languedocian Air; 143
How shall I Woo?.
Where are the Visions,
Oh, no-not ev'n when first we lov'd. (Cash-
Like one who, doom'd,
0 say, thou best and brightest,
Should those fond Hopes. (Portuguese Air), 147
Peace to the Slumb'rers! (Catalonian Air), 148
Flow on, thou shining River. (Portuguese Air), 149
When Night brings the Hour, .
Peace be around thee. (Scotch Air),
A Temple to Friendship. (Spanish Air), . 151
There comes a Time. (German Air),
Joys of Youth, how fleeting. (Portuguese Air), 153
See the Dawn from Heaven. (To an Air su:ig at
Rome, on Christmas Eve), .
Hear me but once. (French Air),
Oh, Guard our Affection,
Oh, come to me when Daylight sets. (Venetian
Gaily sounds the Castanet. (Maltese Air),
When Love is Kind,
Brigat be thy Dreams. (Welsh Air),
No-leave my Heart to rest,
Wind thy Hora, my Hunter Boy,
When Love was a Child. (Swedish Air), .
Fear not that, while around thec,
When thou shalt wander. (Sicilian Air), .
Come, chase that stariing Tear away. (French
Say, what shall be our Sport to-day. (Sicijan
When first that Smile. (Venetian Air),
Slumber, oh slumber,
When the first Summer Bee. (German Air),
Take hence the Bowl. (Neapolitan Air), .
Farewell, Theresa ! (Venetian Air),
wly Harp has one unchanging Theme. (Swedish