Irish MelodiesCollin's Clear-Type Press, 1849 - 184 страница |
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... " Let Erin remember the days of old . " " Oh , breathe not his name . " " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps , " § Miss Curran . more distinguished for earnestness of purpose and intrepidity , than a 3 PREFACE . xiii.
... " Let Erin remember the days of old . " " Oh , breathe not his name . " " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps , " § Miss Curran . more distinguished for earnestness of purpose and intrepidity , than a 3 PREFACE . xiii.
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... land that first cradled thy fame , & c . About fourteen years after these lines were written , the Duke of Wellington recommended to the throne the great measure of Catholic Emancipation . The fancy of the " Origin of the Irish Harp ...
... land that first cradled thy fame , & c . About fourteen years after these lines were written , the Duke of Wellington recommended to the throne the great measure of Catholic Emancipation . The fancy of the " Origin of the Irish Harp ...
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... land is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth : But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our beacon lights - Thou , of the Hundred Fights ! † Thou , on whose ...
... land is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth : But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier . Quench'd are our beacon lights - Thou , of the Hundred Fights ! † Thou , on whose ...
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... land of Ire , from the constant broils therein for 400 years ) was now become the land of concord . " - LLOYD'S State Worthies , art . The Lord Grandison . But alas for his country ! - her pride is 28 IRISH MELODIES .
... land of Ire , from the constant broils therein for 400 years ) was now become the land of concord . " - LLOYD'S State Worthies , art . The Lord Grandison . But alas for his country ! - her pride is 28 IRISH MELODIES .
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... LAND . SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps , And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze , and weeps , For her heart in his grave is lying . She sings the wild song of her dear native plains ...
... LAND . SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps , And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze , and weeps , For her heart in his grave is lying . She sings the wild song of her dear native plains ...
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airs ancient 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 minstrels morning morocco Mountain Sprite Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er once OWEN JONES 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 thou thought thro turn'd Twas voice wak'd wave weep where'er wild young youth
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Страница 81 - 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...
Страница 47 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
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 86 - Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea, I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now...
Страница 11 - THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 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 6 - Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine: In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine!
Страница 68 - I've yet to roam : — The mind that burns within me, And pure smiles from thee at home. Thus when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks round in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.
Страница 104 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light ! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, — in youth sincere And only then, The sigh that 's breathed for one to hear— Is by that one, that only Dear Breathed back again.