HEBREW MELODIES.
She walks in beauty
The harp the monarch minstrel swept
If that high world
The wild gazelle
Oh! weep for those
On Jordan's banks
Jephtha's daughter
Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom
My soul is dark
I saw thee weep
Thy days are done
Song of Saul before his last battle
Saul
“ All is vanity, saith the preacher”
When coldness wraps this suffering clay
Vision of Belshazzar
Sun of the sleepless
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be
Herod's lament for Marianne
On the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by
Titus
By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept
The destruction of Sennacherib
From Job