Irish Melodies: National Airs, Ballads, Songs, EtcCollins & Payn., 1828 - 210 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 41 találatból.
4. oldal
... death I shall calm 20 How oft has the Benshee . 21 We may roam . · • 22 · 23 · · Oh ! weep for the hour Let Erin remember . Silent , oh Moyle ! Come , send round the wine , Sublime was the warning . Believe me , if all those No. III ...
... death I shall calm 20 How oft has the Benshee . 21 We may roam . · • 22 · 23 · · Oh ! weep for the hour Let Erin remember . Silent , oh Moyle ! Come , send round the wine , Sublime was the warning . Believe me , if all those No. III ...
20. oldal
... death I shall calm recline , O bear my heart to my mistress dear ; Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine Of the brightest hue , while it linger'd here ; Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow To sulley a heart so brilliant and light ; But ...
... death I shall calm recline , O bear my heart to my mistress dear ; Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine Of the brightest hue , while it linger'd here ; Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow To sulley a heart so brilliant and light ; But ...
21. oldal
... Death untied Bright links that Glory wove , Sweet bonds , entwined by Love ! Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth ! Rest to each faitful eye that weepeth ! Long may the fair and brave Sigh o'er the hero's grave . II . We're fallen ...
... Death untied Bright links that Glory wove , Sweet bonds , entwined by Love ! Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth ! Rest to each faitful eye that weepeth ! Long may the fair and brave Sigh o'er the hero's grave . II . We're fallen ...
25. oldal
... death - note singing , Sleep , with wings in darkness furl'd ? When will Heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? II . Sadly , oh MOYLE ! to thy winter wave weeping , Fate bids me languish long ages away ...
... death - note singing , Sleep , with wings in darkness furl'd ? When will Heaven , its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? II . Sadly , oh MOYLE ! to thy winter wave weeping , Fate bids me languish long ages away ...
27. oldal
... death , Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath For the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of SPAIN ! III . Ye BLAKES and O'DONNELS , whose fathers resign'd The green hills of their youth , among strangers to find That repose which at ...
... death , Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath For the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of SPAIN ! III . Ye BLAKES and O'DONNELS , whose fathers resign'd The green hills of their youth , among strangers to find That repose which at ...
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AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bloom blushes bosom bowers breath bright BROKEN FLOWER brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death Derry dream earth ERIN ERIN's eyes fade fair Fanny farewell feel flowers friends gloomy glory gondolier harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle LESBIA light Lillibullero lips look look'd Lord lost Love's lover lute maid moon morning mountains ne'er never night NORA CREINA Number o'er once pleasure pleasure's remember river Shannon roam rose Rose-tree round saint shade Shamrock shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit Sprite star steal sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro treach turn'd Twas wake warm wave weep wild wings young youth
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12. 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.
167. oldal - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
121. oldal - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
17. oldal - Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
76. oldal - 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...
153. 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.
170. oldal - Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying — " Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.
156. oldal - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
160. oldal - Praise to the CONQUEROR, praise to the LORD, • His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword ! Who shall return to tell Egypt the story • Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride...
26. oldal - 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...