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DEDICATION

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THE MARCHIONESS OF HEADFORT,

PREFIXED TO THE

TENTH NUMBER.

It is with a pleasure, not unmixed with melancholy, that I dedicate the last Number of the Irish Melodies to your Ladyship; nor can I have any doubt that the feelings with which you receive the tribute will be of the same mingled and saddened tone. To you, who though but little beyond the season of childhood, when the earlier numbers of this work appeared, lent the aid of your beautiful voice, and, even then, exquisite feeling for music, to the happy circle who met, to sing them together, under your father's roof, the gratification, whatever it may be, which this humble offering brings, cannot be otherwise than darkened by the mournful reflection, how many of the voices which then joined with ours are now silent in death!

I am not without hope that, as far as regards the grace and spirit of the Melodies, you will find this closing portion of the work not unworthy of what has preceded it. The Sixteen Airs, of which the Number and the Supplement consist, have been selected from the immens, mass of Irish music which has been for years past accumulating in my hands; and it was from a desire to include all that appeared most worthy of preservation, that the four supplementary songs which follow this Tenth Number have been added.

Trusting that I may yet again, in remembrance of old times, hear our voices together in some of the harmonised airs of this Volume, I have the honour to subscribe myself,

Your Ladyship's faithful Friend and Servant,
THOMAS MOORE.

Sloperton Cottage,

May, 1834.

INDEX.

After the Battle............................

Alone in crowds to wander on.................

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And doth not a meeting like this make amends
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow....
As slow our ship her foamy track..................................................
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside......

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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping..
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin

Before the Battle............................

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms......
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore..

By the Feal's wave benighted......

By the hope within us springing......

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Come o'er the sea............

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer....
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief...........

Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee.............
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Down in the valley come meet me to-night.....
Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell in
Drink to her who long....

Echo.....

Erin! oh Erin!

Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes..
Eveleen's Bower...............................

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Fairest! put on awhile..

Farewell!

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- but whenever you welcome the hour
Fill the bumper fair................

Fly not yet; 't is just the hour..............

Forget not the field where they perish'd

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From this hour the pledge is given

Go where Glory waits thee..........

Has sorrow thy young days shaded
Here we dwell, in holiest bowers

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies.
How oft has the Benshee cried

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How sweet the answer Echo makes

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me........

If thou 'lt be mine, the treasures of air............
Ill Omens..............

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown..
In yonder valley there dwelt, alone

I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining

I saw thy form in youthful prime......................

It is not the tear at this moment shed....................................

I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here

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Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane

Love and the Novice

Love's young Dream

My gentle Harp, once more I waken

Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns........
Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us......................

Night clos'd around the conqueror's way.

No, not more welcome the fairy numbers.....

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Oh banquet not in those shining bowers

Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers....
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade.
Oh! could we do with this world of ours.......................................
Oh! doubt me not.............

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Oh for the swords of former time...........
Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own
Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle.........
Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright....
Oh, the sight entrancing...........
Oh! the Shamrock.........

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Oh! think not my spirits are always as light
Oh! 'tis sweet to think that where'er we rove.....

Oh! weep for the hour

Remember the glories of Brien the Brave..............
Remember thee? yes, while there's life in this heart.....
Rich and rare were the gems she wore............

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Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps..........

She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre

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The Prince's Day....
The Parallel.........

The Song of Fionnuala.

The Song of O'Ruark.......................

The time I've lost in wooing..

The valley lay smiling before me...............
The Wandering Bard..........

The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall

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The young May moon is beaming, love.........
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet..
There are sounds of mirth ....

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They came from a land beyond the sea

They know not my heart, who believe there can be
They may rail at this life-
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This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes........
Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them....
Though humble the banquet

Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see

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