[THE QUEBEC EXODUS]
Why should we leave the soil our fathers cleared
[HEAT]
The fickle sun that had the earth caress'd
[INVOCATION TO SUMMER]
Come, Summer, come, nor in the south delay
[SIR SUMMER]
When conquering Summer stalks the street
[THE NIGHT]
A tremor, a quiver, through her ran
[TO BEAUTY]
Beauty, belovèd of all gentle hearts
[THE DOCTOR]
He bent above our darling's bed
[MY VALENTINE]
O Dorothy, sweet Dorothy
[MY FRIENDS]
Some to and fro for converse flit
[NOTHING TOO GOOD FOR THE IRISH]
It's the Emerald Isle is the beautiful land