Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 страница |
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... cloud When midst the gay I meet .. When twilight dews The young rose ........ Love , my Mary , dwells with thee The song of war Here's the bower 104 ib . 105 106 ib 107 108 109 110 111 112 .... 113 ib . 114 115 SONGS . When wearied ...
... cloud When midst the gay I meet .. When twilight dews The young rose ........ Love , my Mary , dwells with thee The song of war Here's the bower 104 ib . 105 106 ib 107 108 109 110 111 112 .... 113 ib . 114 115 SONGS . When wearied ...
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... clouds is not the sky 145 There's not a look , a word of thine 146 To the Fire - fly ........ 147 The wreath you wove ......... 148 Go then , if she whose shade thou art 149 That wrinkle , when first I espied it 150 The Canadian boat ...
... clouds is not the sky 145 There's not a look , a word of thine 146 To the Fire - fly ........ 147 The wreath you wove ......... 148 Go then , if she whose shade thou art 149 That wrinkle , when first I espied it 150 The Canadian boat ...
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... clouds o'er the maiden's shame . The clouds pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon , IRISH MELODIES . 31 Eveleen's Bower.
... clouds o'er the maiden's shame . The clouds pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon , IRISH MELODIES . 31 Eveleen's Bower.
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Thomas Moore. The clouds pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon , And heaven smil'd again with her vestal flame ; But none will see the day When the clouds shall pass away , Which that dark hour left on Eveleen's fame . The white snow lay ...
Thomas Moore. The clouds pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon , And heaven smil'd again with her vestal flame ; But none will see the day When the clouds shall pass away , Which that dark hour left on Eveleen's fame . The white snow lay ...
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... cloud o'er thy morning hath hung , The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet . Erin , oh Erin , tho ' long in the shade , Thy star will shine out when the proudest shall fade . The inextinguishable fire of St. Bridget , at ...
... cloud o'er thy morning hath hung , The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet . Erin , oh Erin , tho ' long in the shade , Thy star will shine out when the proudest shall fade . The inextinguishable fire of St. Bridget , at ...
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Air-"The airs bard beam beautiful Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom bosom breath BREFFNI bright bumper fair burning calm chain charm Cicero cloud cold dark dear dearest death Dismal Swamp dream e'er enharmonic Erin Erin's ev'n eyes faded faithless fame Farewell feel Fill the bumper fled flowers forget friends gems Glendalough glory harp hath heart heaven heroes hope hour Ireland Irish Harp isle JOHN STEVENSON King of Leinster LESBIA light lips look look'd lov'd love thee Love's lover maid MINSTREL BOY moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er O'Ruark once pleasure Red Branch remember roam rose round rove saint shade Shamrock shed shine sigh Sir William Jones sleep slumber smile song soon sorrow soul spirit star steal sweet tear tell thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro turn'd Twas tyrant warm weep where'er wild wind young
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