POEMS RELATING TO AMERICA
- TO FRANCIS, EARL OF MOIRA.
- PREFACE.[1]
- TO LORD VISCOUNT STRANGFORD.
- STANZAS.
- TO THE FLYING-FISH.[1]
- TO MISS MOORE.
- A BALLAD.
- TO THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGALL.
- TO GEORGE MORGAN, ESQ. OF NORFOLK, VIRGINIA.
- LINES WRITTEN IN A STORM AT SEA.
- ODES TO NEA;
- A DREAM OF ANTIQUITY.
- THE SNOW SPIRIT.
- A STUDY FROM THE ANTIQUE.
- TO JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.
- THE STEERMAN'S SONG,
- TO THE FIRE-FLY.[1]
- TO THE LORD VISCOUNT FORBES.
- TO THOMAS HUME, ESQ., M. D.
- LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING PHILADELPHIA.
- LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWK KIVER.[1]
- SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.[1]
- TO THE HONORABLE W. R. SPENCER.
- BALLAD STANZAS.
- A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
- TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE RAWDON.
- IMPROMPTU.
- WRITTEN
- TO THE BOSTON FRIGATE, ON LEAVING HALIFAX FOR ENGLAND,[1]
- IRISH MELODIES
- DEDICATION
- PREFACE.
- IRISH MELODIES
- GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.
- WAR SONG.
- ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES.
- OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
- WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE.
- THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO' TARA'S HALLS.
- FLY NOT YET.
- OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.
- THO' THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN WITH SORROW I SEE.
- RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.[1]
- AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW.
- THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.[1]
- HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR.
- TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE.
- THE LEGACY.
- HOW OFT HAS THE BANSHEE CRIED.
- WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD.
- EVELEEN'S BOWER.
- LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD.
- THE SONG OF FIONNUALA.[1]
- COME, SEND ROUND THE WINE.
- SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
- BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS.
- ERIN, OH ERIN.
- DRINK TO HER.
- OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD.[1]
- WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S LIGHT.
- ILL OMENS.
- BEFORE THE BATTLE.
- AFTER THE BATTLE.
- 'TIS SWEET TO THINK.
- THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS.[1]
- ON MUSIC.
- IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.[1]
- THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP.
- LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM.
- THE PRINCE'S DAY.[1]
- WEEP ON, WEEP ON.
- LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE.
- I SAW THY FORM IN YOUTHFUL PRIME.
- BY THAT LAKE, WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.[1]
- SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.
- NAY, TELL ME NOT, DEAR.
- AVENGING AND BRIGHT.
- WHAT THE BEE IS TO THE FLOWERET.
- LOVE AND THE NOVICE.
- THIS LIFE IS ALL CHECKERED WITH PLEASURES AND WOES
- OH THE SHAMROCK.
- AT THE MID HOUR OF NIGHT
- ONE BUMPER AT PARTING.
- 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
- THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
- THE MINSTREL-BOY.
- THE SONG OF O'RUARK,
- OH! HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE OF OUR OWN.
- FAREWELL!—BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR.
- OH! DOUBT ME NOT.
- YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.
- I'D MOURN THE HOPES.
- COME O'ER THE SEA.
- HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED.
- NO, NOT MORE WELCOME.
- WHEN FIRST I MET THEE.
- WHILE HISTORY'S MUSE.
- THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING.
- WHERE IS THE SLAVE.
- COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM.
- 'TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER.
- I SAW FROM THE BEACH.
- FILL THE BUMPER FAIR.
- DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY
- MY GENTLE HARP
- IN THE MORNING OF LIFE.
- AS SLOW OUR SHIP.
- WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH.
- REMEMBER THEE.
- WREATH THE BOWL.
- WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.
- IF THOU'LT BE MINE.
- TO LADIES' EYES.
- FORGET NOT THE FIELD.
- THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.
- OH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!
- ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY.
- NE'ER ASK THE HOUR.
- SAIL ON, SAIL ON.
- THE PARALLEL.
- DRINK OF THIS CUP.
- THE FORTUNE-TELLER.
- OH, YE DEAD!
- O'DONOHUE'S MISTRESS.
- ECHO.
- OH BANQUET NOT.
- THEE, THEE, ONLY THEE.
- SHALL THE HARP THEN BE SILENT.
- OH, THE SIGHT ENTRANCING.
- SWEET INNISFALLEN.
- 'TWAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS.[1]
- FAIREST! PUT ON AWHILE.
- QUICK! WE HAVE BUT A SECOND.
- AND DOTH NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS.
- THE MOUNTAIN SPRITE.
- AS VANQUISHED ERIN.
- DESMOND'S SONG.[1]
- THEY KNOW NOT MY HEART.
- I WISH I WAS BY THAT DIM LAKE.
- SHE SUNG OF LOVE.
- SING—SING—MUSIC WAS GIVEN.
- THO' HUMBLE THE BANQUET.
- SING, SWEET HARP.
- SONG OF THE BATTLE EVE.
- THE WANDERING BARD.
- ALONE IN CROWDS TO WANDER ON.
- I'VE A SECRET TO TELL THEE.
- SONG OF INNISFAIL.
- THE NIGHT DANCE.
- THERE ARE SOUNDS OF MIRTH.
- OH, ARRANMORE, LOVED ARRANMORE.
- LAY HIS SWORD BY HIS SIDE.
- OH, COULD WE DO WITH THIS WORLD OF OURS.
- THE WINE-CUP IS CIRCLING.
- THE DREAM OF THOSE DAYS.
- FROM THIS HOUR THE PLEDGE IS GIVEN.
- SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS.[1]
