Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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... sword of Erin 76 78 80 83 85 87 ... 89 92 94 96 What the Bee is to the floweret 99 Here we dwell in holiest bowers 101 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes ..... 103 Through Erin's isle .... 105 At the mid hour of night ...
... sword of Erin 76 78 80 83 85 87 ... 89 92 94 96 What the Bee is to the floweret 99 Here we dwell in holiest bowers 101 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes ..... 103 Through Erin's isle .... 105 At the mid hour of night ...
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... swords of former time ..... Ne'er ask the hour - what is it to us ... Sail on , sail on , thou fearless bark ..... 167 169 172 173 175 ............ 177 .. 179 182 184 186 187 ...... 190 193 195 197 Yes , sad one of Sion - if closely ...
... swords of former time ..... Ne'er ask the hour - what is it to us ... Sail on , sail on , thou fearless bark ..... 167 169 172 173 175 ............ 177 .. 179 182 184 186 187 ...... 190 193 195 197 Yes , sad one of Sion - if closely ...
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... sword To light us to victory yet . Mononia ! when Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields , and thy mountains so fair , Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of Slavery there ? No , Freedom , whose smile we shall ...
... sword To light us to victory yet . Mononia ! when Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields , and thy mountains so fair , Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of Slavery there ? No , Freedom , whose smile we shall ...
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... , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " Warner's History of Ireland , vol . i . book 9 . When her kings with standard of green unfurl'd , Led 38 FRISH MELODIES . Let Erin remember the days of old.
... , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " Warner's History of Ireland , vol . i . book 9 . When her kings with standard of green unfurl'd , Led 38 FRISH MELODIES . Let Erin remember the days of old.
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... sword , in the long - slighted cause Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain ! God prosper the cause . - Oh ! it cannot but thrive , While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive , Its devotion to free and its rights to maintain : 46 ...
... sword , in the long - slighted cause Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain ! God prosper the cause . - Oh ! it cannot but thrive , While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive , Its devotion to free and its rights to maintain : 46 ...
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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...