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Página 35
Oh ! the heart , that has truly lov'd , 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 turn'd when he rose ! Erin ! oh Erin ! Air - Thamama Hulla . IRISH MELODIES
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Oh ! the heart , that has truly lov'd , 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 turn'd when he rose ! Erin ! oh Erin ! Air - Thamama Hulla . IRISH MELODIES
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Página 95
From thee and thy innocent beauty first came The revealings that taught him true
love to adore To feel the bright presence , and turn him with shame , From the
idols he darkly had knelt to before . O'er the waves of a life , long benighted and ...
From thee and thy innocent beauty first came The revealings that taught him true
love to adore To feel the bright presence , and turn him with shame , From the
idols he darkly had knelt to before . O'er the waves of a life , long benighted and ...
Página 129
He turn'd -- but , lo , like a startled bird , The spirit fled -- and he only heard Sweet
music , such as marks the flight Of a journeying star , from the mountain sprite .
One night , pursued by that dazzling look , The youth , bewilderd , his pencil took
...
He turn'd -- but , lo , like a startled bird , The spirit fled -- and he only heard Sweet
music , such as marks the flight Of a journeying star , from the mountain sprite .
One night , pursued by that dazzling look , The youth , bewilderd , his pencil took
...
Página 133
The lifeless sky , the mournful sound Of unseen waters , falling roundThe dry
leaves quiv'ring o'er my head , Like man unquiet e'en when dead : These - ay -
these should wean My soul from life's deluding scene , And turn each thought
each ...
The lifeless sky , the mournful sound Of unseen waters , falling roundThe dry
leaves quiv'ring o'er my head , Like man unquiet e'en when dead : These - ay -
these should wean My soul from life's deluding scene , And turn each thought
each ...
Página 246
When ' midst the gay I meet That blessed smile of thine , Though still on me it
turns most sweet , I scarce can call it mine : But when to me alone Your sweet
tears you show , Oh ! then I feel those tears , And claim them as they flow . Then
still ...
When ' midst the gay I meet That blessed smile of thine , Though still on me it
turns most sweet , I scarce can call it mine : But when to me alone Your sweet
tears you show , Oh ! then I feel those tears , And claim them as they flow . Then
still ...
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beam beauty bless bliss bloom blushes bosom bower breath bright brings brow charm close cloud cold dark dear death deep dream e'en earth Erin eyes fade fair fall farewell feel flowers friends give glory golden gone grave harp hath heart heaven hope hour Irish isle keep leaves light lips live look Lord lost lov'd Love's lover maid meet morning mountain ne'er never night o'er once pain pleasure pure remember rest roses round Saint shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound sparkling spirit spring star strain summer sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thought turn Twas voice warm waters wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Página 83 - Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Página 46 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh ! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
Página 122 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Página xxi - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 27 - 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.
Página 232 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm...
Página 126 - SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEIIOVAH has triumph'd, — his people are free. Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting ! the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave-. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEHOVAH has triumph'd — his people are free.
Página 126 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 122 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Página 257 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs |
| Autor | Thomas Moore |
| Editora | W. B. Gilley, 1825 |
| Original de | Universidade de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 1 mar. 2006 |
| Num. págs. | 300 páginas |
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