The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Volume 41823 |
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... lost in wooing Where is the slave , so lowly . • • · cxlix 151 . 153 . 155 . 156 . 158 160 . 162 Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ! . 163 ' Tis gone , and for ever , the light we saw breaking 164 I saw from the beach ...
... lost in wooing Where is the slave , so lowly . • • · cxlix 151 . 153 . 155 . 156 . 158 160 . 162 Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ! . 163 ' Tis gone , and for ever , the light we saw breaking 164 I saw from the beach ...
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... Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five en- gagements . Though lost to MONONIA * and cold in the grave IRISH MELODIES . II Remember the glories of Brien the brave.
... Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five en- gagements . Though lost to MONONIA * and cold in the grave IRISH MELODIES . II Remember the glories of Brien the brave.
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Thomas Moore. Though lost to MONONIA * and cold in the grave , He returns to KINKORA † no more ! That star of the field , which so often has pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light ...
Thomas Moore. Though lost to MONONIA * and cold in the grave , He returns to KINKORA † no more ! That star of the field , which so often has pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light ...
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... Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth , But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier ! III . Oh ! quench'd are our beacon - lights- Thou , of the hundred fights ! * Thou , on whose burning tongue † Truth , peace and freedom ...
... Lost joy , or hope that ne'er returneth , But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier ! III . Oh ! quench'd are our beacon - lights- Thou , of the hundred fights ! * Thou , on whose burning tongue † Truth , peace and freedom ...
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... lost in the levity of the next - and all that romantic mixture of mirth and sadness , which is naturally produced by the efforts of a lively * A phrase which occurs in a letter from the Earl of Des- mond to the Earl of Ormond , in ...
... lost in the levity of the next - and all that romantic mixture of mirth and sadness , which is naturally produced by the efforts of a lively * A phrase which occurs in a letter from the Earl of Des- mond to the Earl of Ormond , in ...
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.