Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 страница |
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... hath a beaming eye ........................... .. 59 I saw thy form in youthful prime ... 60 She is far from the land 62 By that lake , whose gloomy shore . Nay , tell me not , dear 63 63 Avenging and bright fell the sweet sword of Erin ...
... hath a beaming eye ........................... .. 59 I saw thy form in youthful prime ... 60 She is far from the land 62 By that lake , whose gloomy shore . Nay , tell me not , dear 63 63 Avenging and bright fell the sweet sword of Erin ...
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... hath seldom blest . But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Then , then around my spirit shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . THE DIRGE . Air- " The dear black maid . " How oft has the ...
... hath seldom blest . But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Then , then around my spirit shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . THE DIRGE . Air- " The dear black maid . " How oft has the ...
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... 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 Kildare , which Giraldus ...
... 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 Kildare , which Giraldus ...
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... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone , By other fingers play'd , It yields not half the tone . Then here's to her who long Hath wak'd the ...
... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone , By other fingers play'd , It yields not half the tone . Then here's to her who long Hath wak'd the ...
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... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . The love that seeks a home Where wealth and grandeur shines , Is like the gloomy gnome That dwells in dark gold mines . But oh ! the poet's love Can ...
... Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . The love that seeks a home Where wealth and grandeur shines , Is like the gloomy gnome That dwells in dark gold mines . But oh ! the poet's love Can ...
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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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