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XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre

XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven

XXV. Once in each revolving year

XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms

XXVII. We read the flying courser's name 11

XXVIII. As in the Lemnian caves of fire

XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill

XXX. 'T was in an airy dream of night .

XXXI. Arm'd with a hyacinthine rod

XXXII. Screw me a breathing bed of leaves

XXXIII. 'T was noon of night, when round the

pole.

XXXIV, Oh thou, of all creation bless'd

XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed

XXXVI. If hoarded gold possess'd a power

XXXVII. 'T was night, and many a circling bowl

XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl

XXXIX. How I love the festive boy

XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here

XLI. When Spring bogems the dewy scene

XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine

XLIII. While our rosy fillets shed

XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers .

XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep

XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring ·

XLVII. 'T is true, my fading years decline it

XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep

XLIS. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy

L. When I drink, I feel, I feel

LI. Fly not thus my brow of snow

LII. Away, away, you men of rules

LIII. When I behold the festive train

LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see il

LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring it

LVI. Ile who instructs the youthful crew 23

LVII. And whose immortal hand could shed

LVIII. When gold, as fleet as Zephyr's pinion i

LIX. Sabled by the solar beam

LS. Awake to life, my dulcet shell

LXI. Golden hues of youth are fled

LXII. Fill me, boy, as deep a draught

LXIII. To Love, the soft and blooming child. il

LXIV. Haste thee, nymph, whose winged spear

LXV. Like some wanton filly sporting

LXVI. To thee, the queen of nymphs divine

LXVII, Gentle youth! whose looks assume

LXVIII. Rich in bliss, I prouilly scorn
LXIX. Now Neplune's sullen month appears 23
LXX. They wove the locus band, to deck

LXXI. A broken cake, with honey swect

LXXII. With twenty chords my lyre is hung

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LXXIII. Fare thee well, perfidious maid

LXXIV. I bloom'd awhile, a happy flower

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LXXV. Monarch Love! resistless boy

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LXXVI. Spirit of Love, whose tresses shine .

235

LXXVII. Hither, gentle muse of mine

236

LXXVIII. Would that I were a tuneful lyre ib.

LXXIX. When Cupid sees my beard of snow ib.

FRAGMENTS.

Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray

ib.

Let me resign a wretched breath

ib.

I know thou lovest a brimming measure ib.

I fear that love disturbs my rest

ib.

From dread Leucadia's frowning steep

ib.

Mix me, child, a cup divine

ib.

EPIGRAMS TRANSLATED FROM ANTIPATER SIDONIUS.

Around the tomb, oh bard divine!

237

Here sleeps Anacreon, in this ivied shade ib.

Oh stranger! if Anacreon's shell

238

At length thy golden hours have wing'd their

flight

il.

LITTLE'S POEMS.

Preface

239

Dedication

240

To Julia

ib.

To a Lady, with some manuscript poems 241

To Mrs

If, in the dream that hovers ib.

To the large and beautiful Miss

ib.

To Julia.

ib.

Inconstancy

242

Imitation of Catullus

ib.

Epigram

il.

To Julia

ib.

Song.--Sweet seducer, blandly smiling

ib.

Nature's Labels

243

To Mrs M- Sweet lady, look not thus

again

ib.

Song.–Why, the world are all thinking

about it

ib.

To Julia

ib.

Impromptu

ib.

To Rosa

244

Sympathy

ib.

To Julia.

To Mrs ---

Yes, I think I once heard ib.

On the Death of a Lady

ib.

To Julia

ib.

To

Can I again that form caress 245

Written in the blank leaf of a Lady's com-

mon-place book

ib.

Song.-Away with this pouting and sadness ib.

To Rosa

ib.

To ditto

ib.

Rondeau

ib.

An Argument to any Phyllis or Chloe

ib.

To Rosa

246

Anacreontique

ib.

Ditto

ib.

Oh, woman, if by simple wile

ib.

Love and Marriage

ib.

The Kiss

247

To Miss

ib.

Nonsense

ib.

To Julia, on her birth-day

ib.

Elegiac Stanzas

ib.

To Rosa

ib.

Love in a Storm

248

Song.-- Jessy on a bank was sleeping

ib.

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When he who adores thee has left but the

Ilere we dwell, in holiest bowers

285

This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and

The harp that once through Tara's halls ib.

Fly not yet, 't is just the hour

ib.

No. V.

Oh! think not my spirits are always as light ib.

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Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow

Through Erin's isle

3

I see

236

At the 'mid hour of night, when stars are

Rich and rare were the

Gems

she wore

ib.

weeping

As a beam o'er the face of the waters may

One bumper at parting !-though many

glow

'T is the last rose of summer

3

There is not in the wide world a valley so swect ib.

The young May-moon is beaming, love

The minstrel-boy to the war is gone

No. II.

Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle

The valley lay smiling before me

ib.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies 287

Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own 3

Take back the virgin page

Farewell!—but whenever you welcome the

il,

hour

When in death I shall calm recline

ib.

Oh! doubt me not the season

How oft has the Benshee cried

ib.

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride

We may roam through this world, like a child

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me.

30

at a feast

288

Oh! weep for the hour

ib. No. VI.

Let Erin remember the days of old

ib.

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Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water

289

Come o'er the sea

Come, send round the wine, and Icave points

llas sorrow thy young days shaded

of belief

ib. No, not more welcome the fairy numbers 30

Şublime was the warning which Liberty

When first I met thee, warm and young

spoke

ib.

While History's muse the memorial was kecp-

Believe if all those endearing young

ing

charms.

ib.

The time I've lost in wooing

30

No. II.

Where is the slave, so lowly

Letter to thc (Marchioness Dowager of Do-

Comc, rest in this bosom, my own stricken

negal

deer!

290

Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's

"T is gone, and for ever, the light we saw

holy fane

292

breaking

Drink to her, who long

293

I saw from the beach, when the morning was

Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the

shining

bowers

ib.

Fill the bumper fair!

While gazing on the moon's light

Dear harp of my country! in darkness I found

thee

When daylight was yet sleeping under the

billow

294

No. VII.

By the hope, within us springing

ib.

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30

Night closed around the conqueror's way

ib. My gentle harp! once more I waken

Oh! 't is sweet to think, that, where'er we

As slow our ship her foamy track

ib. In the morning of life, when its cares are un-

Through grief and through danger

known

When through life unbless'd we rove

ib. When cold in the earth lies the friend thou

It is not the tear at this moment shed

ib.

hast loved

30

'Tis believed that this harp, which I wake

Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this

ib.

heart

Wreathe the bowl

No. IV.

Whene'er I sec those smiling eyes

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Jf thou 'lt be mine, the treasures of air

30

Oh! the days are gone when beauty bright

To ladics' eyes a round, boys

Though dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll

Forget not the field where they perislid .

forget them

il.

Weep on, weep on, your hour is past

They may rail at this life--from the hour I

297

Lesbia hath a beaming eye .

began it

ib.

Ob for die swords of former time!

31

I saw thy form in youthful prime

ib.

By that lake whose gloomy shore

298 No. VII.

She is far from the land where her

young

hero

Neer ask the hour--what is it to us

sleeps

il. Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark

Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns ib. Yes, sad one of Sion-if closely resembling

Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of

Drink of this cup-you 'll find diere 's a spell

Erin

ib.

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3

What the bee is to the floweret

299

Down in the valley come meet me to-night

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Oh, ye dead! oh, ye dead! whom we know 311 Go, then-'t is vain.-Sicilian Air

323

Of all the fair months that round the sun . 312 The crystal hunters.-Swiss Air

ib.

How sweet the answer echo makes

ib. Row gently here.- Venetian Air

ib.

Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers ib. Oh! the days of youth.— French Air

ib.

The dawning of morn, the day-light's sinking ib. When first that smile.- Venetian Air . 324

Shall the harp then be silent, when he who

Peace to the slumberers!--Catalonian Air ib.

313 When thou shalt wander.-Sicilian Air . ib.

Oh, the sight entrancing

ib,

Who 'll buy my love-kņots ? -— Portuguese Air ib.

No. IX.

See, the dawn from Heaven.-Sung at Rome

Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well

314

ib.

on Christmas Eve

*T was one of those dreams that by music

No. IV.

are brought . .

ib.

Nets and Cages.-Swedish Air

325

Fairest! put on awhile

ib.

When through the piazzetta.--Venetian Airib.

Quick! we have but a second

315

Go, now, and dream.--Sicilian Air

ib.

Andi doth not a meeting like this make

Take hence the bowl.- Neapolitan Air ib.

amends

ib.

Farewell, Theresa !-Venetian Air

325

In yonder valley, there dwelt, alonc

ib.

How oft, when watching stars.—Savoyard

As vanquished Erin wept beside

316

Air

326

By the Feal's wave benighted

ib,

When the first summer bee.-German Air ib.

They know not my heart

ib.

Though 't is all but a dream.- French Air ib.

I wish I was by that dim lake

ib.

'T is when the cup is smiling.— Italian Air 326

She

sung of love,—while o'er her lyre 317 Where shall we bury our shame ?Neapoli-

Sing, sing, music was given

ib.

tan Air

ib.

NATIONAL AIRS.-No. I.

Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools.

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ib.

Mahratta Air

ib.

A temple to Friendship. - Spanish Air 318 Here sleeps the bard. - Ilighland Air 327

thou shining river. — Portuguese

Air

No. V.

ib.

All that 's bright must fade.- Indian Air

Do not say that life is waning.-Danish Air. ib.

ib.

The Gazelle.- Hindoo Air

ib.

So warmly we met.— Hungarian Air

ib.

ib.

Those evening bells.-Arn, The Bells of St

No-leave my heart to rest-Spanish Air

Petersburgh.

ib.

Where are the visions.- Air unknown

ib.

Should those fond hopes. — Portuguese dir

Wind thy horn, my hunter boy.-German

ib.

Air

il.

Reason, Folly, and Beauty.- Italian Air 319

328

Oh guard our affection.-Scotch Air

Fare thee well, thou lovely one!-Sicilian

ib.

ib.

Slumber, oh slumber.- Air unknown

Dost thou remember?- Portuguese Air ib.

Bring the bright garlands hither.-- Russian

Oh! come to me when daylight sets.-Ve-

ib.

ib.

netian Air

ib.

If in loving, singing.-Spanish Air

Oft, in the stilly night.-Scotch Air

320

ib.

Too plain, alas !-- French Air

ib.

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing. - Russian

When abroad in the world.-Italian Air

dir

ib.

Keep those eyes still purely mine.-German

Air

No. II.

Love and Hope.-Swiss Air

No. VI.

ib.

ib.

There comes a time.-German Air

Hope comes again.-Old English Air

ib.

I would tell her I love her.-Italian Air ib.

My harp has one unchanging theme.-Swe-

dish Air

Oh say, thou best and brightest.-Spanish dir ib.

ib.

Oh! no-not e'en when first we loved

When night brings the hour.- Florentine Air ib.

-Cash-

merian Air

Like one, who doom'd.-Indian Air

330

321

Peace be around thee!-Scotch Air

Fear not that, while around thee.-French

ib.

Air

Common Sense and Genius.- French Air

ib.

ib.

ib.

Love alone. - French Air

Then, fare thee well!- Old English Air ib.

ib.

Gaily sounds the castanet.- Maltese Air

The garland I send thee.- Italian Air

ib.

Love is a hunter-boy.- Languedocian Air

How shall I woo?-Italian Air .

322

331

Come, chase that starting tear away.--- French

Spring and autumn.-- French Air

Air

When love is kind.- Austrian Air

ib.

ib.

Joys of youth, how fleeting ! — Porluguese

Hark-I hear a spirit sing.- Hindostanee Air ib.

Air

ib. SACRED SONGS.-No. I.

Hear me but once.-French Air

ib.

Thou art, oh God! .

332

No. III.

This world is all a fleeting show

ib.

When Love was a child.---Swedish Air

ib. Fallen is thy throne

ib.

Say, what shall be our sport to-day?-Sici-

Who is the maid ?

333

lian Air

323 The bird, let loose .

ib.

Bright be thy dreams! – Welsh Air

ib. Oh! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear! ib.

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