Irish MelodiesCollin's Clear-Type Press, 1849 - 184 páginas |
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... sword , the young orator said , " Thus France wades through a sea of storm and blood ; but while , in one hand , she wields the sword against her aggressors , with the other she upholds the glories of science and literature , unsullied ...
... sword , the young orator said , " Thus France wades through a sea of storm and blood ; but while , in one hand , she wields the sword against her aggressors , with the other she upholds the glories of science and literature , unsullied ...
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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... sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . ” - WARNER'S History of Ireland , vol . i . book ix . " Military orders of knights were very early established in On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays , When 20 IRISH MELODIES .
... sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . ” - WARNER'S History of Ireland , vol . i . book ix . " Military orders of knights were very early established in On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays , When 20 IRISH MELODIES .
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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 feel , and its rights to maintain ...
... 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 feel , and its rights to maintain ...
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... sword . * But tho ' glory be gone , and tho ' hope fade away , Thy name , loved Erin , shall live in his songs , Not ev'n in the hour , when his heart is most gay , Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrongs . The stranger ...
... sword . * But tho ' glory be gone , and tho ' hope fade away , Thy name , loved Erin , shall live in his songs , Not ev'n in the hour , when his heart is most gay , Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrongs . The stranger ...
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airs ancient Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam beautiful bliss bloom bosom bowers brave breath bright chain charm cold dark dear death dream earth Edward Hudson Emmet Erin Erin's ev'n eyes fade fair fame feel flowers friends gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven honour hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish Harp Irish Melodies Irish Poetry isle John Stevenson Killarney leave light lips look look'd Lord Lord Edward Fitzgerald lov'd minstrels morning morocco Mountain Sprite Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er once OWEN JONES pleasure pleasure's proud remember Robert Emmet round shame Shamrock shed shine sigh silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal sunny sunshine sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought thro turn'd Twas voice wak'd wave weep where'er wild young youth
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Página 81 - 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 47 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 12 - 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. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh!
Página 86 - Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea, I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now...
Página 11 - THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 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 31 - And thus, I thought, our fortunes run, For many a lover looks to thee, While oh! I feel there is but one, One Mary in the world for me.
Página 48 - 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 6 - 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!
Página 68 - I've yet to roam : — The mind that burns within me, And pure smiles from thee at home. Thus when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks round in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.
Página 104 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light ! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, — in youth sincere And only then, The sigh that 's breathed for one to hear— Is by that one, that only Dear Breathed back again.