Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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... breaking I saw from the beach , when the morning was shining .. 152 ...... .... .... 154 Fill the bumper fair Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee .. 157 My gentle Harp ! once more I waken As slow our ship her foamy track ...
... breaking I saw from the beach , when the morning was shining .. 152 ...... .... .... 154 Fill the bumper fair Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee .. 157 My gentle Harp ! once more I waken As slow our ship her foamy track ...
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... breaks at night , Its tale of ruin tells : - Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks , To shew that still she lives ! FLY NOT YET . AIR - Planxty Kelly . FLY IRISH MELODIES . 11 ...
... breaks at night , Its tale of ruin tells : - Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks , To shew that still she lives ! FLY NOT YET . AIR - Planxty Kelly . FLY IRISH MELODIES . 11 ...
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... Oh ! stay , -oh ! stay , - Joy so seldom weaves a chain , Like this to - night , that , oh ! tis pain To break its links so soon . Fly not yet ! the fount that play'd , In 12 IRISH MELODIES . Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour.
... Oh ! stay , -oh ! stay , - Joy so seldom weaves a chain , Like this to - night , that , oh ! tis pain To break its links so soon . Fly not yet ! the fount that play'd , In 12 IRISH MELODIES . Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour.
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... . Oh ! stay , -oh ! stay , — When did morning ever break ! And find such beaming eyes awake As those that sparkle here ! 1 Solis Fons , near the Temple of Ammon . OH ! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT IRISH MELODIES . 13.
... . Oh ! stay , -oh ! stay , — When did morning ever break ! And find such beaming eyes awake As those that sparkle here ! 1 Solis Fons , near the Temple of Ammon . OH ! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT IRISH MELODIES . 13.
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... Break not , ye breezes , your chain of repose ; While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter Tells to the night - star her tale of woes . To make this story intelligible in a song would require a much greater number of verses than ...
... Break not , ye breezes , your chain of repose ; While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter Tells to the night - star her tale of woes . To make this story intelligible in a song would require a much greater number of verses than ...
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright bumper fair calm CARPENTER STREET CASTANET chain charm cloud cold dark Dear love death dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gone grave grief harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish isle Killarney lake leaves LESBIA light lips live look'd looks Love's lute maid maiden Minstrel moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er the sea once pleasure pleasure's Red Branch remember rose round shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sweet sword tear tell thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wild wind young youth
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Página 11 - 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 ! n.
Página 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.
Página 49 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Página 48 - Thou wouldst still be ador'd, 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 85 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Página 158 - 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 ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Página 88 - Seem'd worthless in thine own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love. We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary !' BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
Página 147 - 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 14 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Página 218 - ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest Stars that shine and fall ; — The flower that drops in springing ; , These, alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest...