The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, 4. kötet1823 |
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vi. oldal
... dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them to Weep on , weep on , your hour is past , Lesbia hath a beaming eye • I saw thy form in youthful prime By that lake , whose gloomy shore · 103 105 • 107 • 108 111 . I12 She is far from ...
... dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them to Weep on , weep on , your hour is past , Lesbia hath a beaming eye • I saw thy form in youthful prime By that lake , whose gloomy shore · 103 105 • 107 • 108 111 . I12 She is far from ...
vii. oldal
... darkness I found thee . 170 No. VII . Advertisement My gentle harp ! once more I waken As slow our ship her foamy track • clxxv · . 177 • 179 In the morning of life , when its cares are unknown . 181 When cold in the earth lies the ...
... darkness I found thee . 170 No. VII . Advertisement My gentle harp ! once more I waken As slow our ship her foamy track • clxxv · . 177 • 179 In the morning of life , when its cares are unknown . 181 When cold in the earth lies the ...
14. oldal
... dark be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! II . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we ...
... dark be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! II . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we ...
19. oldal
... dark , Heaven knows ! If it were not with friendship and love intertwined ; And I care not how soon I may sink to repose , When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind ! But they who have loved the fondest , the purest , Too ...
... dark , Heaven knows ! If it were not with friendship and love intertwined ; And I care not how soon I may sink to repose , When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind ! But they who have loved the fondest , the purest , Too ...
23. oldal
... darkness and coldness below , So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile , Though the cold heart to ruin ... darker or brighter can bring , For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting ! - III . Oh ! this thought in the ...
... darkness and coldness below , So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile , Though the cold heart to ruin ... darker or brighter can bring , For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting ! - III . Oh ! this thought in the ...
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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
Népszerű szakaszok
16. 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.
143. oldal - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
138. oldal - 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...
135. oldal - 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.
43. 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...
166. oldal - 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.
88. oldal - 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!
173. oldal - 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.
111. oldal - 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.
168. oldal - 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.