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... land where her young hero sleeps . Nay , tell me not , dear , that the goblet drowns . Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin . What the Bee is to the floweret . Here we dwell in holiest bowers . This life is all chequer'd ...
... land where her young hero sleeps . Nay , tell me not , dear , that the goblet drowns . Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin . What the Bee is to the floweret . Here we dwell in holiest bowers . This life is all chequer'd ...
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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 the hero's bicr ! Oh ! quench'd ore our beacon lights , Thou of the hundred fights ! I have ...
... 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 the hero's bicr ! Oh ! quench'd ore our beacon lights , Thou of the hundred fights ! I have ...
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... land , and whose poems , he tells us , « were sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device , which gave good grace and comeliness unto them , the which it is great pity to see abused to the gracing of wickedness ' and vice ...
... land , and whose poems , he tells us , « were sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device , which gave good grace and comeliness unto them , the which it is great pity to see abused to the gracing of wickedness ' and vice ...
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... land of Ire , ( for the constant broils therein for 400 years ) was now become the land of Concord . » - Lloyd's State Worthies , Art . The Lord Grandison ̧ Through the gloom of his country , and mark how 40 IRISH MELODIES .
... land of Ire , ( for the constant broils therein for 400 years ) was now become the land of Concord . » - Lloyd's State Worthies , Art . The Lord Grandison ̧ Through the gloom of his country , and mark how 40 IRISH MELODIES .
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... LAND . AIR - Open the Door . 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 cold grave is lying ! She sings the wild ...
... LAND . AIR - Open the Door . 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 cold grave is lying ! She sings the wild ...
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Irish Melodies, Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies (1822) Thomas Moore No preview available - 2009 |
Irish Melodies Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies Thomas Moore No preview available - 2016 |
Irish Melodies, Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies (1822) Thomas Moore No preview available - 2009 |
Common terms and phrases
AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom breath bright bumper fair calm CASTANET chain charm cloud cold crown'd dark DAYLIGHT DIES Dear love death deep dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gold gone grave grief harp heart Heaven hope hour Ireland 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 remember rose round Senanus shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sunny sweet sword tears tell there's thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wherever wild wind young youth
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Page 6 - WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd...
Page 6 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 81 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. 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. So soon may...
Page 116 - 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...
Page 67 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains. Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Page 109 - Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame, I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart : I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Page 16 - 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.
Page 8 - 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. 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...
Page 106 - And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turned away O ! winds could not outrun me.
Page 84 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell ! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ; The harp he lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...