Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 páginas |
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... lost in wooing Oh ! where's the slave Come , rest in this bosom 85 87 88 89 92 94 95 ' Tis gone , and for ever 96 I saw from the beach .... 97 Fill the bumper fair 98 The farewell to my harp 100 Joys that pass away 101 The East Indian ...
... lost in wooing Oh ! where's the slave Come , rest in this bosom 85 87 88 89 92 94 95 ' Tis gone , and for ever 96 I saw from the beach .... 97 Fill the bumper fair 98 The farewell to my harp 100 Joys that pass away 101 The East Indian ...
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... lost to Mononia , † and cold in the grave , He returns to Kinkorat no more ! That star of the field , which so often has pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword , To light us to victory yet ...
... lost to Mononia , † and cold in the grave , He returns to Kinkorat no more ! That star of the field , which so often has pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword , To light us to victory yet ...
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... Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth ; But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our beacon lights- Thou , of the Hundred Fights ! + Thou , on whose burning tongue Truth , peace , and freedom hung ! Both mute ...
... Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth ; But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our beacon lights- Thou , of the Hundred Fights ! + Thou , on whose burning tongue Truth , peace , and freedom hung ! Both mute ...
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... lost : " Ah ! this means , " said the girl , ( and she sigh'd at its meaning , ) " That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost ! " BEFORE THE BATTLE . Air- " The Fairy Queen . " By the hope within us springing , Herald of to ...
... lost : " Ah ! this means , " said the girl , ( and she sigh'd at its meaning , ) " That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost ! " BEFORE THE BATTLE . Air- " The Fairy Queen . " By the hope within us springing , Herald of to ...
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... lost that dreadful day Stood few and faint , but fearless still ! The soldier's hope , the patriot's zeal , For ever dimm'd , for ever crost- Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel , When all but life and honour's lost ? The last sad hour ...
... lost that dreadful day Stood few and faint , but fearless still ! The soldier's hope , the patriot's zeal , For ever dimm'd , for ever crost- Oh ! who shall say what heroes feel , When all but life and honour's lost ? The last sad hour ...
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Air-"The airs bard beam beautiful Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom bosom breath BREFFNI bright bumper fair burning calm chain charm Cicero cloud cold dark dear dearest death Dismal Swamp dream e'er enharmonic Erin Erin's ev'n eyes faded faithless fame Farewell feel Fill the bumper fled flowers forget friends gems Glendalough glory harp hath heart heaven heroes hope hour Ireland Irish Harp isle JOHN STEVENSON King of Leinster LESBIA light lips look look'd lov'd love thee Love's lover maid MINSTREL BOY moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er O'Ruark once pleasure Red Branch remember roam rose round rove saint shade Shamrock shed shine sigh Sir William Jones sleep slumber smile song soon sorrow soul spirit star steal sweet tear tell thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro turn'd Twas tyrant warm weep where'er wild wind young
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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.