NATIONAL AIRS
ADVERTISEMENT.
It is Cicero, I believe, who says "naturâ, ad modes ducimur;" and the abundance of wild, indigenous airs, which almost every country, except England, possesses, sufficiently proves the truth of his assertion. The lovers of this simple, but interesting kind of music, are here presented with the first number of a collection, which, I trust, their contributions will enable us to continue. A pretty air without words resembles one of those half creatures of Plato, which are described as wandering in search of the remainder of themselves through the world. To supply this other half, by uniting with congenial words the many fugitive melodies which have hitherto had none,—or only such as are unintelligible to the generality of their hearers,—it is the object and ambition of the present work. Neither is it our intention to confine ourselves to what are strictly called National Melodies, but, wherever we meet with any wandering and beautiful air, to which poetry has not yet assigned a worthy home, we shall venture to claim it as an estray swan, and enrich our humble Hippocrene with its song.
T.M.
NATIONAL AIRS
- A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.
- FLOW ON, THOU SHINING RIVER.
- ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE.
- SO WARMLY WE MET.
- THOSE EVENING BELLS.
- SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES.
- REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.
- FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!
- DOST THOU REMEMBER.
- OH, COME TO ME WHEN DAYLIGHT SETS.
- OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT.
- HARK! THE VESPER HYMN IS STEALING.
- LOVE AND HOPE.
- THERE COMES A TIME.
- MY HARP HAS ONE UNCHANGING THEME.
- OH, NO—NOT EVEN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED.
- PEACE BE AROUND THEE.
- COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS.
- THEN, FARE THEE WELL.
- GAYLY SOUNDS THE CASTANET.
- LOVE IS A HUNTER-BOY.
- COME, CHASE THAT STARTING TEAR AWAY.
- JOYS OF YOUTH, HOW FLEETING!
- HEAR ME BUT ONCE.
- WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD
- SAY, WHAT SHALL BE OUR SPORT TO-DAY?
- BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS.
- GO, THEN—'TIS VAIN.
- THE CRYSTAL-HUNTERS.
- ROW GENTLY HERE.
- OH, DAYS OF YOUTH.
- WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE.
- PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS!
- WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER.
- WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS?
- SEE, THE DAWN FROM HEAVEN.
- NETS AND CAGES.[1]
- WHEN THROUGH THE PIAZZETTA.
- GO, NOW, AND DREAM.
- TAKE HENCE THE BOWL.
- FAREWELL, THERESA!
- HOW OFT, WHEN WATCHING STARS.
- WHEN THE FIRST SUMMER BEE.
- THO' 'TIS ALL BUT A DREAM.
- WHEN THE WINE-CUP IS SMILING.
- WHERE SHALL WE BURY OUR SHAME?
- NE'ER TALK OF WISDOM'S GLOOMY SCHOOLS.
- HERE SLEEPS THE BARD.
- DO NOT SAY THAT LIFE IS WANING.
- THE GAZELLE.
- NO—LEAVE MY HEART TO REST.
- WHERE ARE THE VISIONS.
- WIND THY HORN, MY HUNTER BOY.
- OH, GUARD OUR AFFECTION.
- SLUMBER, OH SLUMBER.
- BRING THE BRIGHT GARLANDS HITHER.
- IF IN LOVING, SINGING.
- THOU LOVEST NO MORE.
- WHEN ABROAD IN THE WORLD.
- KEEP THOSE EYES STILL PURELY MINE.
- HOPE COMES AGAIN.
- O SAY, THOU BEST AND BRIGHTEST.
- WHEN NIGHT BRINGS THE HOUR.
- LIKE ONE WHO, DOOMED.
- FEAR NOT THAT, WHILE AROUND THEE.
- WHEN LOVE IS KIND.
- THE GARLAND I SEND THEE.
- HOW SHALL I WOO?
- SPRING AND AUTUMN.
- LOVE ALONE.
