Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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... grief and through danger When through life unblest we rove . 70 72 It is not the tear at this moment shed 74 ' Tis believed that this harp that I wake now for thee .. Oh ! the days are gone , when beauty bright Though daik are our ...
... grief and through danger When through life unblest we rove . 70 72 It is not the tear at this moment shed 74 ' Tis believed that this harp that I wake now for thee .. Oh ! the days are gone , when beauty bright Though daik are our ...
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... we rove , To be doom'd to find something still that is dear ; And to know , when far from the lips we love , We have but to make love to the lips that are near ! THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS . THROUGH GRIEF AND IRISH MELODIES . 69.
... we rove , To be doom'd to find something still that is dear ; And to know , when far from the lips we love , We have but to make love to the lips that are near ! THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS . THROUGH GRIEF AND IRISH MELODIES . 69.
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Thomas Moore. THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS . THROUGH GRIEF AND THROUGH DANGER . AIR - I once had a True Love . THROUGH grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way , Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me ...
Thomas Moore. THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS . THROUGH GRIEF AND THROUGH DANGER . AIR - I once had a True Love . THROUGH grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way , Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me ...
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... grief when away ! 1 This thought was suggested by an ingenious design , pre- fixed to an Ode upon St. Cecilia , published some years since , by Mr. Hudson , of Dublin . LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM . OH ! THE DAYS ARE GONE IRISH MELODIES . 77.
... grief when away ! 1 This thought was suggested by an ingenious design , pre- fixed to an Ode upon St. Cecilia , published some years since , by Mr. Hudson , of Dublin . LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM . OH ! THE DAYS ARE GONE IRISH MELODIES . 77.
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... , Be ours the light grief , that is sister to joy , And the short brilliant folly , that flashes and dies ! When Hylas was sent with his urn to the fount IRISH MELODIES . 103 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes.
... , Be ours the light grief , that is sister to joy , And the short brilliant folly , that flashes and dies ! When Hylas was sent with his urn to the fount IRISH MELODIES . 103 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes.
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright bumper fair calm CARPENTER STREET CASTANET chain charm cloud cold dark Dear love death dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gone grave grief harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish isle Killarney lake leaves LESBIA light lips live look'd looks Love's lute maid maiden Minstrel moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er the sea once pleasure pleasure's Red Branch remember rose round shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sweet sword tear tell thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wild wind young youth
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Страница 11 - 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 ! n.
Страница 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.
Страница 49 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Страница 48 - Thou wouldst still be ador'd, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Страница 85 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Страница 158 - Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Страница 88 - Seem'd worthless in thine own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love. We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary !' BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
Страница 147 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Страница 14 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Страница 218 - ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest Stars that shine and fall ; — The flower that drops in springing ; , These, alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest...