Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water 40 42 Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief 44 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms THIRD NUMBER. 45 47 Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane 51 Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow Night clos'd around the conqueror's way Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we roam When thro' life unblest we rove. It is not the tear, at this moment shed "Tis believ'd that this harp, which I wake now. FOURTH NUMBER. Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them. 79 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns 84 86 88 At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 108 One bumper at parting!-tho' many "Tis the last rose of summer The young May moon is beaming, love The minstrel-boy to the war is gone 109 111 113 115 116 Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own. No, no not more welcome the fairy numbers When first I met thee, warm and young Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer Fill the bumper fair Dear harp of my country, in darkness I found thee In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown. 163 Page Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart 167 Wreath the bowl. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes If thou❜lt be mine, the treasures of air To ladies' eyes a round, boy Forget not the field where they perish'd They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it. 178 EIGHTH NUMBER. . 180 Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark Yes, sad one of Sion-if closely resembling Oh banquet not in those shining bowers . 185 187 . 188 . 191 . 193 . 197 Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave 204 .208 Advertisement to the Third Number. Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of Donegal, pre- 213 217 |