Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 страница |
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... charm , and to home its delights , If deceit be a wound , and suspicion a stain , Then , ye men of Iberia , our cause is the same . And oh ! may his tomb want a tear and a name , Who would ask for a nobler , a holier death , Than to ...
... charm , and to home its delights , If deceit be a wound , and suspicion a stain , Then , ye men of Iberia , our cause is the same . And oh ! may his tomb want a tear and a name , Who would ask for a nobler , a holier death , Than to ...
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... . " By the hope within us springing , Herald of to - morrow's strife ; By that sun , whose light is bringing Chains or freedom , death or life- O ! remember life can be No charm for him 46 IRISH MELODIES . Before the battle.
... . " By the hope within us springing , Herald of to - morrow's strife ; By that sun , whose light is bringing Chains or freedom , death or life- O ! remember life can be No charm for him 46 IRISH MELODIES . Before the battle.
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Thomas Moore. O ! remember life can be No charm for him who lives not free ! Like the day - star in the wave , Sinks a hero in his grave , Midst the dew - fall of a nation's tears . Happy is he o'er whose decline The smiles of home may ...
Thomas Moore. O ! remember life can be No charm for him who lives not free ! Like the day - star in the wave , Sinks a hero in his grave , Midst the dew - fall of a nation's tears . Happy is he o'er whose decline The smiles of home may ...
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... charm of beauty's mould Presumes to say where nature plac'd it ! Oh ! my Nora's gown for me , That floats as wild as mountain breezes , Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell , as heaven pleases ! Yes , my Nora Creina , dear ! My ...
... charm of beauty's mould Presumes to say where nature plac'd it ! Oh ! my Nora's gown for me , That floats as wild as mountain breezes , Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell , as heaven pleases ! Yes , my Nora Creina , dear ! My ...
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... charm'd all other eyes , Seem'd worthless in thy own , MARY ! If souls could always dwell above , Thou ne'er hadst left thy sphere ; Or , could we keep the souls we love , We ne'er had lost thee here , MARY ! Though many a gifted mind ...
... charm'd all other eyes , Seem'd worthless in thy own , MARY ! If souls could always dwell above , Thou ne'er hadst left thy sphere ; Or , could we keep the souls we love , We ne'er had lost thee here , MARY ! Though many a gifted mind ...
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Air-"The airs beam beautiful Bermuda bless bliss bloom bosom breath bright called calm charm cloud cold dark dear death dream Erin eyes faded fair fall Farewell fate feel flowers forget friends girl give glory gold gone green hand happy harp hath heart heaven heroes hope hour Ireland Irish isle keep LADY leave less light lips live look lost lov'd Love's lover maid meet Melodies morning nature ne'er never night Number o'er once pleasure pure remember rest rose round saint shade shed shine sigh sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit star sweet tear tell thee thine thou thought thro true truth turn Twas warm wave weep where'er wild wind wish woman young youth
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Страница 62 - 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.
Страница 15 - 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.
Страница 95 - 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.
Страница 77 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
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Страница 22 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
Страница 55 - 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.