Sublime was the warning which Liberty
The time I've lost in wooing
322 Where is the slave, so lowly
Believe me, if all those endearing young
Come, rest in this bosom,
ib. 'T is gone, and for ever, the light we saw
Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Do-
I saw from the beach
ib. Fill the bumper fair!
Like the bright lamp that shone
325 Dear harp of my country
Drink to her, who long
ib. No. VI.
Oh! blame not the bard
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. In the morning of life, when its cares are
By the hope, within us springing
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
Through grief and through danger
328 Wreath the bowl
When through life unbless'd we rove ib. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes
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. Forget not the field where they perish'd ib.
They may rail at this life-from the hour I
Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright ib.
Oh for the swords of former time
Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll No. VIII.
ib. Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past 330 Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark
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
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
Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers ib.
ib. The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 346
What the bee is to the floweret
332 Shall the harp then be silent
Here we dwell, in holiest bowers
ib. Oh, the sight entrancing
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and No. IX.
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well
'Twas one of those dreams
333 Fairest! put on awhile
Through Erin's isle
ib. Quick! we have but a second
At the 'mid hour of night, when stars are And doth not a meeting like this
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone 349
One bumper at parting!—though many 334 As vanquished Erin wept beside
'Tis the last rose of summer .
ib. By the Feal's wave benighted
The young May-moon is beaming, love ib.
They know not my heart
The minstrel-boy to the war is gone ib. I wish I was by that dim lake .
The valley lay smiling before me
She sung of love, while o'er her lyre ib.
Oh! had we some bright little isle
Sing, sing, music was given
Farewell !--but whenever you welcome the NATIONAL AIRS.-No. I.
Oh! doubt me not-the season
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
All that's bright must fade.—Indian Air 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
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