The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, 3. kötetG. Smith, 1825 - 6 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... There is but one instruction I should venture to any person desirous of doing justice to the character of these ballads , and that is , to attend as little as possible to the rhythm , or time in singing them . The time , indeed , should ...
... There is but one instruction I should venture to any person desirous of doing justice to the character of these ballads , and that is , to attend as little as possible to the rhythm , or time in singing them . The time , indeed , should ...
14. oldal
... there a sound more grateful to the ear Of HIM who made all harmony , Than the blest sound of fetters breaking , And the first hymn , that man awaking From slavery's slumber , breathes to Liberty . ( Spanish Patriot's Song . ) Hark ...
... there a sound more grateful to the ear Of HIM who made all harmony , Than the blest sound of fetters breaking , And the first hymn , that man awaking From slavery's slumber , breathes to Liberty . ( Spanish Patriot's Song . ) Hark ...
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... there is not a note of it which does not recall to my memory the dip of our oars in the St. Law- rence , the flight of our boat down the Rapids , and all those new and fanciful impressions to which my heart was alive during the whole of ...
... there is not a note of it which does not recall to my memory the dip of our oars in the St. Law- rence , the flight of our boat down the Rapids , and all those new and fanciful impressions to which my heart was alive during the whole of ...
18. oldal
Thomas Moore. Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ; But when the wind blows off the shore , Oh , sweetly , we'll rest our weary oar . Blow , breezes , blow , & c . Utáwas tide ! this trembling ...
Thomas Moore. Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ; But when the wind blows off the shore , Oh , sweetly , we'll rest our weary oar . Blow , breezes , blow , & c . Utáwas tide ! this trembling ...
30. oldal
... There she reclin'd beneath Love's gazing eye , While all mark'd with Sunshine her hours flew by ! Oh ! how ( said the Dial ) can any fair Maid , That's born to be shone upon , rest in the shade ? But night now comes on and the Sunbeam's ...
... There she reclin'd beneath Love's gazing eye , While all mark'd with Sunshine her hours flew by ! Oh ! how ( said the Dial ) can any fair Maid , That's born to be shone upon , rest in the shade ? But night now comes on and the Sunbeam's ...
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battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower bowl breath breath'd bright brow calm chain charm cloud cold dark daylight dies dear dearest death Dismal Swamp dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ry eyes fade fair fame Farewell feel flame flowers Glendalough glory glowing harp hath heart heaven Hero's heart hope hour Ireland Irish Irish poetry isle Kilkenny kiss leaves Lesbia light lips live look'd looks lov'd Love's lover lute maid Merrily oh moonlight morning ne'er never night o'er once Planxty Red Branch remember roses round scribble-hy shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Voice wander warm wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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100. oldal - 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.
243. oldal - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
90. oldal - They made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see And her paddle I soon shall hear; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near.
77. oldal - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
98. oldal - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
101. oldal - 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.
83. oldal - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
259. oldal - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
102. oldal - With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine...
174. oldal - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.