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Sublime was the warning which Liberty
The time I've lost in wooing
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spoke
322 Where is the slave, so lowly
ib.
Believe me, if all those endearing young
Come, rest in this bosom,
ib.
charms
ib. 'T is gone, and for ever, the light we saw
No. III.
breaking
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Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do-
I saw from the beach
ib.
negal
ib. Fill the bumper fair!
ib.
Like the bright lamp that shone
325 Dear harp of my country
ib.
Drink to her, who long
ib. No. VI.
Oh! blame not the bard
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While gazing on the moon's light
ib. My gentle harp! once more I waken il
When daylight was yet sleeping under the As slow our ship her foamy track
ib.
billow
ib. In the morning of life, when its cares are
By the hope, within us springing
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unknown
341
Night closed around the conqueror's way ib. When cold in the earth lies the friend ib.
Oh! t’is sweet to think, that, where'er we Remember thee! yes, while there's life in
roam
ib.
this heart
ib.
Through grief and through danger
328 Wreath the bowl
ib.
When through life unbless'd we rove ib. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes
342
It is not the tear at this moment shed . ib. If thou 'lt be mine, the treasures of air ib,
'T is believed that this harp, which I wake To ladies' eyes a round, boy
ib.
now.
ib. Forget not the field where they perish'd ib.
No. IV.
They may rail at this life-from the hour I
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329
began it
343
Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright ib.
Oh for the swords of former time
ib.
Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll No. VIII.
forget them
ib. Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us
ib.
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past 330 Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark
ib.
Lesbia hath a beaming eye
ib. Yes, sad one of Sion—if closely resembling 314
I saw thy form in youthful prime
ib. Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell ib.
By that lake, whose gloomy shore
331 Down in the valley come meet me to-night ib.
She is far from the land where her young
Oh, ye dead! oh, ye dead! whom we know 315
hero sleeps
ib. Of all the fair months that round the sun ib.
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns ib. How sweet the answer Echo makes
ib.
Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers ib.
Erin
ib. The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 346
What the bee is to the floweret
332 Shall the harp then be silent
ib.
Here we dwell, in holiest bowers
ib. Oh, the sight entrancing
ib.
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and No. IX.
ib.
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well
347
No. V.
'Twas one of those dreams
ib.
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333 Fairest! put on awhile
ib,
Through Erin's isle
ib. Quick! we have but a second
348
At the 'mid hour of night, when stars are And doth not a meeting like this
ib.
weeping
ib.
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone 349
One bumper at parting!—though many 334 As vanquished Erin wept beside
ib.
'Tis the last rose of summer .
ib. By the Feal's wave benighted
ib,
The young May-moon is beaming, love ib.
They know not my heart
ib.
The minstrel-boy to the war is gone ib. I wish I was by that dim lake .
350
The valley lay smiling before me
ib.
She sung of love, while o'er her lyre ib.
Oh! had we some bright little isle
335
Sing, sing, music was given
ib.
Farewell !--but whenever you welcome the NATIONAL AIRS.-No. I.
hour
ib.
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Oh! doubt me not-the season
ib.
A temple to Friendship.-Spanish Air ib.
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride 336
Flow on, thou shining river.-Portuguese
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me
ib.
Air
ib.
No. VI.
All that's bright must fade.—Indian Air ib.
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ib.
So warmly we met.-
:-Hungarian Air ib.
Come o'er the sea
ib. Those evening bells.-Air, The Bells of St.
Has sorrow thy young days shaded 337
Petersburgh
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No, not more welcome the fairy numbers ib. Should those fond hopes.—Portuguese Air ib.
When first I met thee, warm and young
ib. Reason, Folly, and Beauty.--
Italian Air ib,
While History's muse the memorial was Fare thee well, thou lovely one !-Sicilian
keeping
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Air
ib