The British Poets, Том 4Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... pleasure of writing about one's self all day , " to notice briefly some of those impressions and influences under which the attempt to adapt words to our ancient Melodies was for some time medi- tated by me , and , at last , undertaken ...
... pleasure of writing about one's self all day , " to notice briefly some of those impressions and influences under which the attempt to adapt words to our ancient Melodies was for some time medi- tated by me , and , at last , undertaken ...
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... pleasure , too , of hearing it a good deal praised by them ; and might have been tempted by this to acknowledge myself the author , had I not found that the language and sentiments of the article were considered by both to be " very ...
... pleasure , too , of hearing it a good deal praised by them ; and might have been tempted by this to acknowledge myself the author , had I not found that the language and sentiments of the article were considered by both to be " very ...
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... pleasure , to think that my songs had reached the hearts of some of the descendants of those great Irish families , who found which , some years after , I adopted as the subject of one of the Melodies . " Life and Death of Lord Edward ...
... pleasure , to think that my songs had reached the hearts of some of the descendants of those great Irish families , who found which , some years after , I adopted as the subject of one of the Melodies . " Life and Death of Lord Edward ...
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... pleasure in select- ing one from that number , to whom my share of the Work is particularly dedicated . I know that , though your Ladyship has been so long absent from Ireland , you still continue to remember it well and warmly , — that ...
... pleasure in select- ing one from that number , to whom my share of the Work is particularly dedicated . I know that , though your Ladyship has been so long absent from Ireland , you still continue to remember it well and warmly , — that ...
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... pleasure , independently of the rest ; - so artfully has the harmonist ( if I may thus express it ) gavelled the melody , distributing an equal por- tion of its sweetness to every part . If your Ladyship's love of Music were not well ...
... pleasure , independently of the rest ; - so artfully has the harmonist ( if I may thus express it ) gavelled the melody , distributing an equal por- tion of its sweetness to every part . If your Ladyship's love of Music were not well ...
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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.