The Harp that Once Through Tara's Halls

Moore's Sacred Melodies

'Tis Love that murmurs in my Breast

Come Take the Harp

With delight will I sing

The Dublin Cries

O Lord Our Governor

Emma's Plaint

The Maid of Marlivale

Mary, I believed thee true

Come unto these yellow sands

When First I Met Thee

Those Ev'ning Bells

The Bedouins

The Harp in Softly Pleasing Strains

How Slowly Move the Hours

Alone on the sea-beaten rock

See our Oars with Feather'd Spray

Buds of roses, virgin flowers

Here in this lone little wood

Go burning sighs

Go Zephyr and whisper the maid

Go sweet enchantress

Wou'd I ne'er had seen thee

Let us the fleeting hours enjoy

The Sweets of a Dew Sprinkled Rose

Welcome as the Flowers in May