A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poemsThomas Allman & Son, 1859 - 160 páginas |
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... weeping , I ... ... ... ... fly Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin Believe me , if all those endearing young charms By the hope within us springing By that lake , whose gloomy shore ... ... ... ... ... ... 600 PAGE 21 ...
... weeping , I ... ... ... ... fly Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin Believe me , if all those endearing young charms By the hope within us springing By that lake , whose gloomy shore ... ... ... ... ... ... 600 PAGE 21 ...
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... weep for the hour Oh ! where's the slave , so lowly Remember the glories of Brien the Brave Rich and rare were the gems she wore She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps Silent , oh Moyle ! be the roar of thy water ...
... weep for the hour Oh ! where's the slave , so lowly Remember the glories of Brien the Brave Rich and rare were the gems she wore She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps Silent , oh Moyle ! be the roar of thy water ...
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... Weep on , weep on , your hour is past ... ... ... *** When he who adores thee , has left but the name When in death I shall calm recline ... While gazing on the moon's light When day - light was yet sleeping When through life unblest we ...
... Weep on , weep on , your hour is past ... ... ... *** When he who adores thee , has left but the name When in death I shall calm recline ... While gazing on the moon's light When day - light was yet sleeping When through life unblest we ...
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... Weep while they rise ! Erin ! thy silent tear never shall cease , Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase , Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form in heaven's sight One arch of peace ! THE HARP THAT ...
... Weep while they rise ! Erin ! thy silent tear never shall cease , Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase , Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form in heaven's sight One arch of peace ! THE HARP THAT ...
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... weep , when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd ? * These words allude to a story in an old Irish manuscript , which is too long and too melancholy to be inserted here . Yes , weep , and however my foes may condemn ...
... weep , when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd ? * These words allude to a story in an old Irish manuscript , which is too long and too melancholy to be inserted here . Yes , weep , and however my foes may condemn ...
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Air-"The bard beam beauty Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom blows bosom breath breezes bright called calm clouds cold dark dear death dream Erin eyes faded fair fall fame Farewell fate feel flame flowers forget friends gems girl give glory gold gone grave green hand harp hath heart heaven hope hour Ireland Irish isle keep LADY leaves lies light lips live looks lost lov'd lover maid meet moon morning ne'er never night o'er once pleasure pure remember rest rise rose round saint shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit star steal story sweet tear tell thee thine thou thought true turns Twas warm waters waves weep wild wind woman written young youth
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Página 109 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Página 116 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp "For a soul so warm and true; "And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, "Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, "She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see, "And her paddle I soon shall hear; "Long and loving our life shall be, "And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, "When the footstep of death is near.
Página 64 - SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 100 - Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite*, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me.
Página 22 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 62 - Oh, my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Lesbia hath a wit refined, But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're design'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us...
Página 23 - Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Página 86 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Página 21 - So lone and lovely, through this bleak way ? Are Erin's sons so good or so cold As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " "Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm : For, though they love women and golden store, Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more.
Página 46 - Had promised to link the last tie before noon; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in...