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ADIEU MY LOV'D HARP.
TUNE—“ Lough Sheeling.” Adieu my lov'd harp, for no more shall the vale Re-echo thy notes, as they float on the gale; No more melting pity shall sigh o'er thy string, Or love to thy tremblings so tenderly sing. When battle's fell strife launch'd its thunders afar, , And valour's dark brow wore the honours of war, 'Twas thou breath'd the fame of the hero around, And young emulation was wak'd by the sound. Ye daughters of Erin, soon comes the sad day, When over the turf where I sleep ye shall say“ Oh! still is the song we repaid with a tear, And silent the string that delighted the ear!”
IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER
BLOOMING flower my Julia chose, .
A dying thrush young Edward chose, ....... . . 94
Ah ope, Lord Gregory, thy door, ...... Pindar, - . 124
Ah sigh not for love, · · · · · · · · · · : · · 43
Ah sure a pair were never seen, ..... Sheridan, . 133
Ah tell me ye swains, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 95
Ah the shepherds mournful fate, ..... Hamilton, . 143
All lovely on the sultry beach, . . . . . . W. Wallace, 124
All in the downs the fleet was moor’d, ... Gay, . 150
Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube, . Campbell, . 25
A rose tree full in bearing, . . . . . . . O'Keeffe, • 24
A simple swain of rustic mould, . . . . . . . . . . 106
As pensive one night in my garret I sat, .. Rogers, . . 130
As whistling o'er the fallow land, · · · · · · · · · ·
Begone dull care, waims the dawn, ...
Bright Chanticleer proclaims
Canst thon leave me thus, my Katy, .... Burns, . . 96
Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer, .... Steevens, . 104
Come all ye jolly sailors bold, ...... Hoare, . . 58
Come cheer up my lads, ...... ...... . 104
Come each jolly fellow, .. .. . ..... 79
Come join with me ye rural swains, . . A. Wilson, 127
Come let us dance and sing, . .. ... Coleman, . 7
Could love be found in woman's breast, : ...... . 121
Dark lours the night, .. ·
Deep in a vale a cottage stood, ..
Deep in the fountain of this beating heart, ......
Deserted by the waning moon, ...... Dibdin,. .
Don't you remember a poor peasant's daughter, . ... . 109
Drink to me only with thine eyes, . ... B. Jonson, . 136
Encompass'd in an angel's frame,.
Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows, :: OKeefe.
Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller, . . Coleman, . 76
Fair Ellen like a lily grew, . . ..... . ...
Fair modest flower of matchless worth, ... W. Reid, . fi
Fair Sally once the village pride, ....... ... $
Farewell my soul's best treasure, .....
Farewell to the land where the gloom of my glory, Byron, . . 61
Farewell thou stream that winding flows, .. Burns, . . 98
Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour, ...... T. Moore, . 139
For ever fortune wilt thou prove, . . . . . Thomson, .
For England when with fav'ring gale, .. .
. Dibdin, . . 68
Friend of my soul this goblet sip, . . . . . . .
From hope's fond dream, •
From the white blossom'd sloe, ............4
Go where glory waits thee, ....... T. Moore, . 85
Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd, .... Sheridan, .
Hail England, dear England, ii....
Haste ye rankling cares away, ...... Cherry, : . 11
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling, ... Dibdin, . . 101
Here's to the maiden of blushing fifteen, .. Sheridan, .
Her hair is like the golden clue, · · · · · · · · · · ·
Her mouth with a smile, . . . . . . .
He was fam’d for deeds of arms, ..'...
Hope, no more thou soft beguiler, ...
Hope told a flattering tale, · · · ·
How blest has my time been, . .. .
How lovely the hour when the sun, .... T. Wilson, . 153
How stands the glass around, .... . . . . . . . . 115
sweet at close of eve, . . . . . . . . . . . 105
How sweet are the flowers that grow, . .
How sweet to recline on the bosom we love,
I cull'd for my love a fresh nosegay, . . . . . . . . .
I have parks, I have grounds, . . . . . . . . . . .
I knew by the smoke which so gracefully curld, T. Moore, .
If to force me to sing it be your intention, . . Steevens,
In a little blue garment all ragged and torn, .
In a mouldering cave, a wretched retreat, .. T. Paine, .. 73
In storms when clouds obscure the sky, ... Dibdin, . . 55
In tatter'd weed, from town to town,.... . . . . . 83
In the downhill of life when I find I'm declining, Collins, . . 18
I sigh and lament me in vain, ..
Burns, . . 56
I sing the maid of Lodi, .
• • • • 119
Is there a heart that never lov’d, . . . . . . . . . . 52
I wander'd, once at break of day, . . . . . . . . 152
I who am sore oppress'd with love, ... S. Robertson, 114
Jack Stedfast and I were both messmates at sea, , . . . . 133
Just like love is yonder rose, :..
Let uthers, breathe the melting sigh, . ........ 55
Let's be jovial fill our glasses, . . . . . . . . . 38
Life's like a ship in constant motion, . ........ 84
Little thinks the townsman's wife, •' .... Coleman, . 92
Lost and bewilder'd in the storm, ....
Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder, ..
Loud the trump of war was blowing, . . . . . . . . . 1
Love's blind they say,. ... ... ... Dibdin, • . 148
Mary I believ'd thee true, ....... T. Moore, . 37
My dark-ey'd maid, by moonlight hour, . ....
My days they roll pleasant and fair, ...... . . 154
My heart with love is beating, ..... Braham,
My love's the gayest of the throng, ...·• · ·
My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave, . . . . 17
No cheering sun-beam's friendly ray, .
No more, by sorrow chas'd, my heart,
O dear to my soul are thy scenes, . . . . . . . . .
O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales, ......
O'er Nelson's tomb, with silent grief oppress'd, ....
Oh roses are sweet, . ........ . . . . . . . . .
Oh take me to your arms, my love, . . . . . . .
Oh take these odour breathing flowers, . . . . . . .
Oh the hours that I've pass'd in the arms, ... . . . 48
Oh think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd, .... . . 9
On Afric's wide plains where the lion now roaring, . . . . . 12
On beds of snow the moon-beam slept, ... T. Moore, : 37
On Richmond hill there lives a lass, .... O'Keeffe, . 50
Over the mountains and over the moor, . . . . . . . . 107
Peaceful slumbering on the ocean, ........ . 91
Pray, Goody, please to moderate, ......... . 144
Remember me, when far away, ....
Rest weary traveller, · · · · ·
Said a smile to a tear, · · · · ·
See the ship in the bay is riding, ..... T. Moore, . 112
Slow broke the light, ... · · · · · · · · · ·
Soft zephyr on thy balmy wing, . ..... Webbe,..
Stay, my Willie, yet believe me, ..... A Lady, .91
Stay, traveller, tarry here to-night, ....
Talk not of love it gives me pain, ..... A Lady,
Tarry awhile with me my love, . . . . . . . . .
Taste life's glad moments, · · · · · · · · · ·
Tell her I'll love her, .. . .
.. .. .
The bird in yonder cace confinia
and, ..... Dibdin
The father of Nancy a forester was, : ...
The fav’rites of fortune their treasure may boast,
The gods on Olympus had lately a meeting, . .
The heath this night must be my bed, ..... W..
The lark from earth delighted springs, .. .
The meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing, OʻK
The oak of our fathers to freedom was dear, ; . .
The shadows of eve 'gan to steal, ......
The soldier tir'd of wars alarms, ........ .
The spotless maid is like a blooming rose, .....
The sun sets in night and the stars shun the day, .
The sun was departed, .. . . ..
The trees seem to fade as the dear spot, . .
The war that for a space did fail, . . . . . W. Scott, 131
The wealthy fool, with gold in store, · · · · O'Keeffe, . 36
The wind it blows cold, I'm wet with the rain, . . . . 146
The woodland maid, my beauty's queen, . . . . . . . . 75
Tho' distant on some foreign land, . .. . .... .. 118
Tho' far beyond the mountains, : ............ 19
Tho' love is warm awhile, ..
10' I'm now a very little lad, ...... O'Keeffe, . 142