The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Volume 41823 |
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... hands , the native charms of the original melody will not be sacrificed to the ostentation of science . In the poetical part , Power has had promises of assistance from several distinguished Literary Characters , particularly from Mr ...
... hands , the native charms of the original melody will not be sacrificed to the ostentation of science . In the poetical part , Power has had promises of assistance from several distinguished Literary Characters , particularly from Mr ...
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... hand , at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value ; and such an impression had the laws and government of this Monarch made on the minds of all the people , that no attempt was made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of ...
... hand , at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value ; and such an impression had the laws and government of this Monarch made on the minds of all the people , that no attempt was made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of ...
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... returning a Blank Book . AIR . - Dermott . I. TAKE back the virgin page , White and unwritten still ; Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill IRISH MELODIES . 31 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies Take back the virgin page.
... returning a Blank Book . AIR . - Dermott . I. TAKE back the virgin page , White and unwritten still ; Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill IRISH MELODIES . 31 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies Take back the virgin page.
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Thomas Moore. Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill . Thoughts come as pure as light , Pure as even you require ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . II . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When ...
Thomas Moore. Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill . Thoughts come as pure as light , Pure as even you require ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . II . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When ...
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... hand to hand , taking a collar of gold from the neck of one , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " - WARNER's History of Ireland , vol . i . book 9 . " Military orders of knights were very early ...
... hand to hand , taking a collar of gold from the neck of one , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " - WARNER's History of Ireland , vol . i . book 9 . " Military orders of knights were very early ...
Common terms and phrases
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.