Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 páginas |
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... beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Ark- low , in the county of Wicklow , and these lines were sug- gested by a visit to this romantic spot , in the summer of the year 1807 . The rivers Avon and Ovoca . Sweet vale of Ovoca ...
... beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Ark- low , in the county of Wicklow , and these lines were sug- gested by a visit to this romantic spot , in the summer of the year 1807 . The rivers Avon and Ovoca . Sweet vale of Ovoca ...
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... beautiful child , standing upon tip - toes , and a tre- foil or three - coloured grass in her hand . " " There are countries , " says Montaigne , " where they believe the souls of the happy live in all manner of liberty , in delightful ...
... beautiful child , standing upon tip - toes , and a tre- foil or three - coloured grass in her hand . " " There are countries , " says Montaigne , " where they believe the souls of the happy live in all manner of liberty , in delightful ...
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... beautiful song , " When Erin first rose , " there is , if I recollect right , the following line : - " The dark chain of silence was thrown o'er the deep . " The chain of silence was a sort of practical figure of rhetoric among the ...
... beautiful song , " When Erin first rose , " there is , if I recollect right , the following line : - " The dark chain of silence was thrown o'er the deep . " The chain of silence was a sort of practical figure of rhetoric among the ...
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... beautiful they shone , But , now that lustre flies , For truth , alas ! is gone . Fare thee well , oh fare thee well ; How I've lov'd my hate shall tell . Oh how lorn , how lost would prove Thy wretched IRISH MELODIES . 101 Joys that ...
... beautiful they shone , But , now that lustre flies , For truth , alas ! is gone . Fare thee well , oh fare thee well ; How I've lov'd my hate shall tell . Oh how lorn , how lost would prove Thy wretched IRISH MELODIES . 101 Joys that ...
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... beautiful sky Which morning had clouded , was clouded no more- " Oh ! thus , " I exclaimed , " can a heavenly Eye " Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before ! " * A BALLAD . THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP . Written at Norfolk , in ...
... beautiful sky Which morning had clouded , was clouded no more- " Oh ! thus , " I exclaimed , " can a heavenly Eye " Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before ! " * A BALLAD . THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP . Written at Norfolk , in ...
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Air-"The airs beam beautiful Bermuda bless bliss bloom bosom breath bright called calm charm cloud cold dark dear death dream Erin eyes faded fair fall Farewell fate feel flowers forget friends girl give glory gold gone green hand happy harp hath heart heaven heroes hope hour Ireland Irish isle keep LADY leave less light lips live look lost lov'd Love's lover maid meet Melodies morning nature ne'er never night Number o'er once pleasure pure remember rest rose round saint shade shed shine sigh sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit star sweet tear tell thee thine thou thought thro true truth turn Twas warm wave weep where'er wild wind wish woman young youth
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Página 82 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Página 74 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop...
Página 17 - Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine ; In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine. Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for...
Página 62 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Página 15 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Página 95 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Página 77 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Página 38 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Página 22 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " 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...
Página 55 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.