hearts, for me to think of producing any impression after him. I suppose, however, I must attempt it for the next Number. 102 One Gentleman, in particular, whose name I shall feel happy in being allowed to mention, has not only sent us nearly forty ancient airs, but has communicated many curious fragments of Irish poetry, and some interesting traditions current in the country where he resides, illustrated by sketches of the romantic scenery to which they refer; all of which, though too late for the present Number, will be of infinite service to us in the prosecution of our task. INDEX. Page After the Battle Alone in crowds to wander on And doth not a meeting like this make amends - At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping Before the Battle Believe me, if all those endearing young charms By the Feal's wave benighted By the hope within us springing Come o'er the sea Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee Down in the valley come meet me to-night Echo Erin! oh Erin! Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes - 3 Fairest put on awhile. Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown 61 86 I saw thy form in youthful prime I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining It is not the tear at this moment shed I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here - 32 56 Lay his sword by his side Lesbia hath a beaming eye Let Erin remember the days of old - Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane Love and the Novice Love's young Dream My gentle Harp, once more I waken Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns Ne'er ask the hour- what is it to us No, not more welcome the fairy numbers O'Donohue's Mistress Of all the fair months that round the sun Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers 26 96 89 100 31 15 18 37 28 59 34 70 23 50 75 75 99 76 20 Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade Oh! doubt me not Oh for the swords of former time Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright Oh! the Shamrock Oh! think not my spirits are always as light Oh! where's the slave so lowly Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know One bumper at parting! - tho' many Quick! we have but a second Page 3 101 46 69 44 9 28 79 38 6 44 54 74 26 84 2 63 7 71 78 Remember the glories of Brien the Brave Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark - Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high 98 St. Senanus and the Lady Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke Take back the virgin page The dawning of morn the daylight 's sinking- The Fortune-teller The harp that once through Tara's halls The Irish Peasant to his Mistress The Legacy The Meeting of the Waters The Minstrel boy to the war is gone The Mountain Sprite The Night Dance The Origin of the Harp The Parallel - The Song of O'Ruark The time I've lost in wooing The valley lay smiling before me The Wandering Bard The wine-cup is circling in Almbin's hall The young May moon is beaming, love There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet They came from a land beyond the sea They know not my heart, who believe there can be Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see Through grief and through danger 'Tis believ'd that this Harp 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking 'Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove Tis the last rose of summer To Ladies' eyes around, boy To-morrow, comrade, we 'T was one of those dreams that by music are brought War Song Weep on, weep on, your hour is past We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast Page 73 4 25 11 8 43 86 98 27 29 71 15 43 53 43 94 101 42 8 98 97 89 C8 37 29 $1 6 38 25 27 56 24 41 66 93 82 2 30 13 |