Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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... bliss it adored ; While the myrtle , now idly entwined with his crown , Like the wreath of Harmodius should cover his sword3 . But , though glory be gone , and though hope fade away , Thy name , loved Erin ! shall live in his songs ...
... bliss it adored ; While the myrtle , now idly entwined with his crown , Like the wreath of Harmodius should cover his sword3 . But , though glory be gone , and though hope fade away , Thy name , loved Erin ! shall live in his songs ...
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... bliss ) " The moon looks " On many brooks ; " The brook can see no moon but this " : " And thus , I thought , our fortunes run , For many a lover looks on thee ; While , oh ! I feel there is but one , One Mary in the world for me ! 2 ...
... bliss ) " The moon looks " On many brooks ; " The brook can see no moon but this " : " And thus , I thought , our fortunes run , For many a lover looks on thee ; While , oh ! I feel there is but one , One Mary in the world for me ! 2 ...
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Thomas Moore. There is a world where souls are free , Where tyrants taint not Nature's bliss ; If death that world's bright opening be , Oh ! who would live a slave in this ? OH ! " TIS SWEET TO THINK . AIR - 66 IRISH MELODIES .
Thomas Moore. There is a world where souls are free , Where tyrants taint not Nature's bliss ; If death that world's bright opening be , Oh ! who would live a slave in this ? OH ! " TIS SWEET TO THINK . AIR - 66 IRISH MELODIES .
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... bliss , While the hand , that had waked it so often , Now throbb'd to my proud rival's kiss ! There was a time , falsest of women ! When Breffni's good sword would have sought That man through a million of foemen , Who dared but to ...
... bliss , While the hand , that had waked it so often , Now throbb'd to my proud rival's kiss ! There was a time , falsest of women ! When Breffni's good sword would have sought That man through a million of foemen , Who dared but to ...
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... . And though my lute no longer May sing of passion's ardent spell , Oh ! trust me , all the stronger I feel the bliss I do not tell . The bee through many a garden roves , And hums IRISH MELODIES . 125 Oh! doubt me not-the season.
... . And though my lute no longer May sing of passion's ardent spell , Oh ! trust me , all the stronger I feel the bliss I do not tell . The bee through many a garden roves , And hums IRISH MELODIES . 125 Oh! doubt me not-the season.
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright bumper fair calm CARPENTER STREET CASTANET chain charm cloud cold dark Dear love death dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gone grave grief harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish 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 Red Branch remember rose round shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sweet sword tear tell thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wild wind young youth
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Page 11 - 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 ! n.
Page 153 - 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.
Page 49 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Page 48 - Thou wouldst still be ador'd, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Page 85 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Page 158 - Dear 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 ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Page 88 - Seem'd worthless in thine own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love. We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary !' BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
Page 147 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Page 14 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Page 218 - ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest Stars that shine and fall ; — The flower that drops in springing ; , These, alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest...