Irish MelodiesLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1852 - 165 страница |
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... soon grew into intimacy , with young Robert Emmet . He was my senior , I think , by one class , in the university ; for when , in the first year of my course , I became a member of the Debating Society , -a sort of nursery to the ...
... soon grew into intimacy , with young Robert Emmet . He was my senior , I think , by one class , in the university ; for when , in the first year of my course , I became a member of the Debating Society , -a sort of nursery to the ...
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... soon tempted , however , to try a more daring flight . Without communicating my secret to any one but Edward Hudson , I addressed a long Letter , in prose , to the ***** of *** in which a profusion of bad flowers of rhetoric was ...
... soon tempted , however , to try a more daring flight . Without communicating my secret to any one but Edward Hudson , I addressed a long Letter , in prose , to the ***** of *** in which a profusion of bad flowers of rhetoric was ...
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... soon after I wrote it , among a large party staying at Chatsworth , is thus alluded to in one of Lord Byron's informing against his college companions ; that his own speeches in the debating society had been ill construed , when the ...
... soon after I wrote it , among a large party staying at Chatsworth , is thus alluded to in one of Lord Byron's informing against his college companions ; that his own speeches in the debating society had been ill construed , when the ...
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... soon . Fly not yet ; the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade , Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . And thus should woman's heart and looks At noon be ...
... soon . Fly not yet ; the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade , Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . And thus should woman's heart and looks At noon be ...
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... soon I may sink to repose , When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind . But they who have lov'd the fondest , the purest , Too often have wept o'er the dream they believ'd ; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship ...
... soon I may sink to repose , When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind . But they who have lov'd the fondest , the purest , Too often have wept o'er the dream they believ'd ; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship ...
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airs 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 Love's minstrels morning Mountain Sprite Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er once 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 THOMAS MOORE thou thought thro turn'd Twas voice wak'd wave weep where'er wild young youth
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Страница 6 - 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 64 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Страница 10 - 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 ? " " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, " No son of Erin will offer me harm :— " For though they love woman and golden store, " Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more...
Страница 37 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Страница 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!
Страница 11 - 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 14 - How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
Страница 73 - tis vain to curse, 'Tis weakness to upbraid thee ; Hate cannot wish thee worse, Than guilt and shame have made thee.