- REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY.
- SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES.
- THOSE EVENING BELLS.
- SO WARMLY WE MET.
- ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE.
- FLOW ON, THOU SHINING RIVER.
- T. M.
- SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS.
- FROM THIS HOUR THE PLEDGE IS GIVEN.
- THE DREAM OF THOSE DAYS.
- THE WINE-CUP IS CIRCLING.
- OH, COULD WE DO WITH THIS WORLD OF OURS.
- LAY HIS SWORD BY HIS SIDE.
- OH, ARRANMORE, LOVED ARRANMORE.
- THERE ARE SOUNDS OF MIRTH.
- THE NIGHT DANCE.
- SONG OF INNISFAIL.
- I'VE A SECRET TO TELL THEE.
- ALONE IN CROWDS TO WANDER ON.
- THE WANDERING BARD.
- SONG OF THE BATTLE EVE.
- SING, SWEET HARP.
- THO’ HUMBLE THE BANQUET.
- SING — SING — MUSIC WAS GIVEN.