The British Poets, Том 4Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... lip , called Crommeal . On this occasion a song was written by one of our bards , in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin ( or the youth with the flowing locks ) to all strangers ( by which the English ...
... lip , called Crommeal . On this occasion a song was written by one of our bards , in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin ( or the youth with the flowing locks ) to all strangers ( by which the English ...
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... lips that beauty hath seldom blest . But when some warm devoted lover ; To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Then , then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED . How oft ...
... lips that beauty hath seldom blest . But when some warm devoted lover ; To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Then , then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED . How oft ...
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... the gracing of wick- edness and vice , which , with good usage , would serve to adorn and beautify virtue . " † It is conjectured by Wormius , that the name of Ireland is And the lip , which now breathes but the song 72 IRISH MELODIES .
... the gracing of wick- edness and vice , which , with good usage , would serve to adorn and beautify virtue . " † It is conjectured by Wormius , that the name of Ireland is And the lip , which now breathes but the song 72 IRISH MELODIES .
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And the lip , which now breathes but the song of desire , Might have pour'd the full tide of a patriot's heart . But alas for his country ! - her pride is gone by , And that spirit is broken , which never would bend ; O'er the ruin her ...
And the lip , which now breathes but the song of desire , Might have pour'd the full tide of a patriot's heart . But alas for his country ! - her pride is gone by , And that spirit is broken , which never would bend ; O'er the ruin her ...
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... lips we love , We've but to make love to the lips we are near . * The heart , like a tendril , accustom❜d to cling , Let it grow where it will , cannot flourish alone , But will lean to the nearest , and loveliest thing , It can twine ...
... lips we love , We've but to make love to the lips we are near . * The heart , like a tendril , accustom❜d to cling , Let it grow where it will , cannot flourish alone , But will lean to the nearest , and loveliest thing , It can twine ...
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Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam Beauty bliss bloom bower breath bright bring brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death dream e'er earth Edward Hudson Erin ev'n eyes fade fair farewell feel flowers friends glory gondolier gone Harp hast hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish Irish Harp isle leave life's light lips look look'd LORD Lord Edward Fitzgerald love thee Love's lute maid Melodies moon morning mountains ne'er never night o'er once pain pleasure pleasure's Robert Emmet rose Rose-tree round shine Ship ahoy shore sigh silent sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit Sprite star steal sunny sunshine sweet syren call tears tell there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro turn'd Twas voice wake wave weep wings young youth
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Страница 208 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
Страница 207 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Страница 283 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Страница 54 - 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 54 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Страница 103 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Страница 128 - That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine.
Страница 289 - Lift up thine eyes round about, and see : all they gather themselves together, they come to thee : thy sons shall come from far, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side.
Страница 273 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Страница 49 - 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. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives.