The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Volume 41823 |
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Page vii
... · Whene'er I see those smiling eyes . If thou❜lt be mine , the treasures of air To ladies ' eyes a round , boy . Forget not the field where they perish'd • • 185 · 187 188 • 190 192 Page They may rail at this life - from the CONTENTS .
... · Whene'er I see those smiling eyes . If thou❜lt be mine , the treasures of air To ladies ' eyes a round , boy . Forget not the field where they perish'd • • 185 · 187 188 • 190 192 Page They may rail at this life - from the CONTENTS .
Page viii
... Air Flow on , thou shining river . - Portuguese Air . All that's bright must fade . — Indian Air So warmly we met . — Hungarian Air . Those evening bells . - AIR , The Bells of St. Peters- burgh . • Should those fond hopes ...
... Air Flow on , thou shining river . - Portuguese Air . All that's bright must fade . — Indian Air So warmly we met . — Hungarian Air . Those evening bells . - AIR , The Bells of St. Peters- burgh . • Should those fond hopes ...
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... Air . • 249 250 251 € 253 254 Peace be around thee ! - Scotch Air Common Sense and Genius . - French Air . Then , fare thee well ! -Old English Air . Gaily sounds the castanet . - Maltese Air Love is a hunter - boy . — Languedocian Air ...
... Air . • 249 250 251 € 253 254 Peace be around thee ! - Scotch Air Common Sense and Genius . - French Air . Then , fare thee well ! -Old English Air . Gaily sounds the castanet . - Maltese Air Love is a hunter - boy . — Languedocian Air ...
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Thomas Moore. Page Where shall we bury our shame ? —Neapolitan Air 289 Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools . — Mahratta Air • 290 Here sleeps the bard . — Highland Air . · . • 291 IRISH MELODIES . VOL . IV . ADVERTISEMENT TO THE X ...
Thomas Moore. Page Where shall we bury our shame ? —Neapolitan Air 289 Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy schools . — Mahratta Air • 290 Here sleeps the bard . — Highland Air . · . • 291 IRISH MELODIES . VOL . IV . ADVERTISEMENT TO THE X ...
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... Air , " The Twisting of the Rope , ' which has all " the romantic character of the Swiss Ranz des " Vaches , is one of those wild and sentimental " rakes , which it will not be very easy to tie down " in sober wedlock with Poetry ...
... Air , " The Twisting of the Rope , ' which has all " the romantic character of the Swiss Ranz des " Vaches , is one of those wild and sentimental " rakes , which it will not be very easy to tie down " in sober wedlock with Poetry ...
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adorns AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers bowl breath Brien bright calm chain charm choly CICERO clouds cold dark daylight dies dear death dream earth ERIN ERIN's EVELEEN'S eyes fade fair fame farewell feel flowers FOLLY forget friends gleam gloom glory gondolier gone grave harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle leaves light lips Lough Neagh Love's lovers maiden maids melan moon morning Music of Ireland ne'er never night NUMBER o'er once pleasure pleasure's Rathdrum Red Branch remember river Shannon rivers Avon roam round saint SENANUS shade Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star sweet tear thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought to-night turn'd Twas wake warm waves weep wherever wild woman young youth
Popular passages
Page 16 - 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.
Page 143 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 138 - 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...
Page 135 - 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.
Page 43 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Page 166 - 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 88 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Page 173 - Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
Page 111 - 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.
Page 168 - 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.