MICHAEL WILLIAM BALFE

Michael William Balfe (1808-1870) was born in Dublin, Ireland, and studied music in Ireland and London. At age 16, he became violinist in the Drury Lane orchestra and was celebrated as a singer throughout the region. His patron, Count Mazzara, took him to Italy, where he studied composition in Rome and Milan. His first dramatic piece was produced in Milan in1826. He sang at the Paris Italian Opera and in Italian theaters until 1835, also producing several Italian operas, and sang in New York City in 1834. He returned to England and was a successful composer of English operas, at times residing in Paris and Vienna. He retired in 1864 and died in Rowney Abbey, Hertfordshire. His compositions include a number of operas, cantatas, glees, and part-songs.

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SET	TITLE	VOICING	TEXT	LISTEN
	As a beam o’er the face of the waters		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Avenging and bright		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Believe me, if all those endearing young charms		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	By that lake, whose gloomy shore		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Come o’er the sea		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Come, rest on this bosom		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Dear harp of my country		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Erin! the tear and the smile		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Eveleen’s bower		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Farewell, but, whenever you welcome the hour		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Go where glory waits thee		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	The harp that once thro’ Tara’s halls		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Has sorrow thy young days shaded?		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	How dear to me the hour		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	How oft has the Benshee cried!		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	I saw thy form in youthful prime		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	I’d mourn the hopes that leave me		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	It is not the tear		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	The last rose of summer		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Lesbia hath a beaming eye		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Let Erin remember the days of old		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	The meeting of the waters		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	The minstrel boy		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Nay, tell me not, dear		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Night clos’d around the conqu’ror’s way		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	No, not more welcome		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	O think not my spirits		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Oh, breathe not his name		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Oh, had we some bright little isle of our own		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Oh, haste and leave this sacred isle		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Oh, the days are gone		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Oh, the shamrock		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Oh, where’s the slave		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	One bumper at parting		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Remember the glories		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Rich and rare were the gems she wore		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	She is far from the land		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Silent, O Moyle		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Sublime was the warning		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Though the last glimpse of Erin		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Thro’ grief and thro’ danger		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	The time I’ve lost in wooing		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	’Tis believ’d that this harp		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	We may roam thro’ this world		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	Weep on, weep on		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	When daylight was yet sleeping		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	When he, who adores thee		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	When in death I shall calm recline		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	When thro’ life unblest we rove		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing
	The young May moon		Thomas Moore	LISTEN X Stop audio before closing