THOMAS MOORE'S IRISH MELODIES: Dear Harp of my Country. Erin! the smile and the tear in thine eyes. How sweet the answer Echo makes. Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water ( The Song of Fionnuala ). Rich and rare were the gems she wore. The twisting of the rope. Joice's Tune. The summer is coming. Carolan's Concerto. The harp that once, thro' Tara's halls. Nanny McDermotroe. The valley lay smiling before me (The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni). Abigail Judge. Avenging and bright. The Minstrel-Boy. Lament for Own O'Neill. 'Tis believed that this harp (The Origin of the Harp). Come, rest in this bosom. She is far from the land. Come o'er the sea. 'Tis the last rose of summer. Girls, have you seen George? The pretty girl milking the cows. John, heir of the glen. Love in secret. The jointure. How dear to me the hour. Fly not yet. At the mid hour of night. What the bee is to the floweret. Fill the bumper fair! (Review by David Johnson)
HANDEL, GEORGE FRIDERIC: Rinaldo (Review by Brian Robins)
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