- AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW.
- RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.
- THO’ THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN WITH SORROW I SEE.
- OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.
- FLY NOT YET.
- THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO’ TARA'S HALLS.
- WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE.
- OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
- ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES.
- WAR SONG.
- IRISH MELODIES
- TO THE BOSTON FRIGATE, ON LEAVING HALIFAX FOR ENGLAND,
- WRITTEN
- IMPROMPTU.
- TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE RAWDON.
- A CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
- BALLAD STANZAS.
- TO THE HONORABLE W. R. SPENCER.
- SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.
- LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWK KIVER.
- LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING PHILADELPHIA.
- TO THOMAS HUME, ESQ., M. D.
- TO THE LORD VISCOUNT FORBES.
- TO THE FIRE-FLY.