Irish Melodies: National Airs, Ballads, Songs, EtcCollins & Payn., 1828 - 210 páginas |
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... given to his own verses all the magic expression of the most perfect harmo- ny . - The late Dr. Burney was astonished at his musical talents , which he pronounced to be emphatically his own . Mr. Moore is an excellent classical scholar ...
... given to his own verses all the magic expression of the most perfect harmo- ny . - The late Dr. Burney was astonished at his musical talents , which he pronounced to be emphatically his own . Mr. Moore is an excellent classical scholar ...
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... given . 112 Advertisement . A temple to Friendship .. 114 All that's bright must fade.115 So warmly we met . 116 Those evening bells . Should those fond hopes .. 117 Reason , Folly & Beauty . PAGE . O , guard our Affection Slumber ! O.
... given . 112 Advertisement . A temple to Friendship .. 114 All that's bright must fade.115 So warmly we met . 116 Those evening bells . Should those fond hopes .. 117 Reason , Folly & Beauty . PAGE . O , guard our Affection Slumber ! O.
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... given the saint one rosy smile , She ne'er had left his lonely isle . HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR . AIR . The Twisting of the Rope . I. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sun - beams melt along the silent sea , For then sweet ...
... given the saint one rosy smile , She ne'er had left his lonely isle . HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR . AIR . The Twisting of the Rope . I. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sun - beams melt along the silent sea , For then sweet ...
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... given to a celebrated Irish Hero , in a Poem by O'Gnive , the bard of O'Niel , which is quoted in the Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland . " Page 433 , Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass - grown tomb . and ...
... given to a celebrated Irish Hero , in a Poem by O'Gnive , the bard of O'Niel , which is quoted in the Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland . " Page 433 , Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass - grown tomb . and ...
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... given perfume To shrines where they've been lying , So our hearts shall borrow a sweet'ning bloom From the image he left there in dying ! THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP . AIR . - Gage Fane . I. " Tis believed that this Harp , which I wake now ...
... given perfume To shrines where they've been lying , So our hearts shall borrow a sweet'ning bloom From the image he left there in dying ! THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP . AIR . - Gage Fane . I. " Tis believed that this Harp , which I wake now ...
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AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bloom blushes bosom bowers breath bright BROKEN FLOWER brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death Derry dream earth ERIN ERIN's eyes fade fair Fanny farewell feel flowers friends gloomy glory gondolier harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle LESBIA light Lillibullero lips look look'd Lord lost Love's lover lute maid moon morning mountains ne'er never night NORA CREINA Number o'er once pleasure pleasure's remember river Shannon roam rose Rose-tree round saint shade Shamrock shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit Sprite star steal sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro treach turn'd Twas wake warm wave weep wild wings young youth
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Página 12 - 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 167 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Página 121 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Página 17 - Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. 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 76 - 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 153 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Página 170 - Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying — " Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.
Página 156 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Página 160 - Praise to the CONQUEROR, praise to the LORD, • His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword ! Who shall return to tell Egypt the story • Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride...
Página 26 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...