Moore's Irish Melodies With Symphonies and Accompaniments by Sir John Stevenson, Mus. Doc., and Sir Henry Bishop. (London: Addison, Hollier and Lucas, 1859.)
Alone in crowds to wander on - 172 And doth not a meeting like this make amends - 232 As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow - 20 As slow our ship her foamy track - 193 As vanquished Erin wept beside - 150 At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping - 115 Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin - 104 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms - 46 By that lake, whose gloomy shore - 97 By the Feal's wave benighted - 190 By the hope within us springing - 66 Come o'er the sea, maiden, with me - 168 Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer - 169 Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief - 44 Dawning of morn, the day-light's sinking, The - 226 Dear harp of my country, in darkness I found thee - 174 Down in the valley, come, meet me to-night - 217 Dream of those days when first I sung thee, The - 234 Drink of this cup - 218 Drink to her who long - 79 Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes - 5 Fairest! put on awhile - 215 Farewell! but, whenever you welcome the hour - 132 Fill the bumper fair - 170 Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour - 14 Forget not the field where they perished - 200 From this hour the pledge is given - 140 Go where glory waits thee - 1 Harp that once through Tara's halls, The - 12 Has sorrow thy young days shaded? - 148 Here we dwell in holiest bowers - 108 How deaf to me the hour when daylight dies - 30 How oft has the Benshee cried - 48 How sweet the answer Echo makes - 214 I saw from the beach when the morning was shining - 192 I saw thy form in youthful prime - 120 I wish I was by that dim lake - 102 I'd mourn the hopes that leave me - 142 If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air - 199 In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown - 180 In yonder valley there dwelt, alone - 198 It is not the tear at this moment shed - 96 I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here - 76 Lay his sword by his side, it hath served him too well - 128 Lesbia has a beaming eye - 94 Let Erin remember the days of old - 54 Like the bright lamp that lay on Kildare's holy shrine - 56 Meeting of the waters, The - 25 Minstrel boy to the war is gone, The - 126 My gentle harp, once more I waken - 176 Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns - 106 Ne'er ask the hour—what is it to us - 208 Night closed around the conqueror's way - 73 No, not more welcome the fairy numbers - 152 Of all the fair months that round the sun - 220 Oh Arranmore, loved Arranmore - 184 Oh for the swords of former time - 202 Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers - 58 Oh! breathe not his name—let it sleep in the shade - 8 Oh! could we do with this world of ours - 22 Oh! doubt me not—the season - 136 Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own - 130 Oh! haste, and leave this sacred isle - 26 Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright - 86 Oh! think not my spirits are always as light - 16 Oh! 'tis sweet to think that, where'er we rove - 74 Oh! weep for the hour, when to Eveleen's bower - 38 Oh! where's the slave so lowly - 164 Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers - 222 Oh, the sight entrancing - 121 Oh, ye dead! whom we know by the light you give - 212 One bumper at parting! - 118 Quick! we have but a second - 230 Remember the glories of Brien the brave - 3 Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart - 186 Rich and rare were the gems she wore - 18 Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark - 204 Shall the harp then be silent, when he, who first gave - 224 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps - 100 She sung of love, while o'er her lyre - 52 Silence is in our festive halls - 40 Silent, Î Moyle, be the roar of thy water - 49 Sing, sweet harp, oh sing to me - 156 Sing—sing—music was given - 28 Strike the gay harp, see the moon is on high - 88 Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke - 36 Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well - 216 Take back the virgin page - 32 There are sounds of mirth in the night air ringing - 178 They came from a land beyond the sea - 82 They know not my heart, who believe there can be - 60 They may rail at this life—from the hour I began it - 206 This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes - 112 Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them - 90 Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee - 34 Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see - 24 Through Erin's Isle to sport awhile - 110 Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way - 78 'Tie believed that this harp which I wake now for thee - 84 Time I've lost in wooing, The - 160 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking - 166 'Tis the last rose of summer - 6 To ladies' eyes around, boy - 196 To-morrow, comrade, we - 116 'Twas one of those dreams that by music are brought - 228 Valley lay smiling before me, The - 144 We may roam through this world like a child at a feast - 42 Weep on, weep on! your hour is passed - 92 What life like that of the bard can be - 162 What the bee is to the flowret - 145 When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved - 182 When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow - 64 When first I met thee warm and young - 154 When he who adores thee has left but the name - 10 When in death I shall calm recline - 50 When through life unblest we rove - 80 Whene'er I see those smiling eyes - 194 While gazing on the moon's light - 62 While history's muse the memorial was keeping - 158 Wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, The - 134 Wreath the bowl with flowers of soul - 188 Yes, sad one of Zion! if closely resembling - 210 You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride - 138 Young May moon is beaming, love, The - 124