The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, 4. kötet1823 |
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vi. oldal
... wake now No. IV . Advertisement • 73 75 • 77 79 · 81 • 83 · 84 86 • 87 · 89 90 · XCV 99 Oh ! the days are gone , when beauty bright Though dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them to Weep on , weep on , your hour is past ...
... wake now No. IV . Advertisement • 73 75 • 77 79 · 81 • 83 · 84 86 • 87 · 89 90 · XCV 99 Oh ! the days are gone , when beauty bright Though dark are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them to Weep on , weep on , your hour is past ...
16. oldal
... Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks , To show that still she lives ! FLY NOT YET . AIR . - Planxty Kelly . 16 IRISH MELODIES . The harp that once through Tara's halls.
... Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks , To show that still she lives ! FLY NOT YET . AIR . - Planxty Kelly . 16 IRISH MELODIES . The harp that once through Tara's halls.
90. oldal
... wake now for thee , Was a Siren of old , who sung under the sea ; And who , often at eve , through the bright billow roved , To meet , on the green shore , a youth whom she loved . II . But she loved him in vain , for he left her to ...
... wake now for thee , Was a Siren of old , who sung under the sea ; And who , often at eve , through the bright billow roved , To meet , on the green shore , a youth whom she loved . II . But she loved him in vain , for he left her to ...
104. oldal
... wake in praise That now must sleep in blame ! And , when they tread the ruin'd isle , Where rest , at length , the lord and slave , They'll wond'ring ask , how hands so vile Could conquer hearts so brave . III . " " Twas fate , " they ...
... wake in praise That now must sleep in blame ! And , when they tread the ruin'd isle , Where rest , at length , the lord and slave , They'll wond'ring ask , how hands so vile Could conquer hearts so brave . III . " " Twas fate , " they ...
117. oldal
... waking and sleeping , Young Novice ; to him all thy orisons rise ; He tinges the heavenly fount with his weeping , He brightens the censer's flame with his sighs . Love is the saint enshrined in thy breast , And angels themselves would ...
... waking and sleeping , Young Novice ; to him all thy orisons rise ; He tinges the heavenly fount with his weeping , He brightens the censer's flame with his sighs . Love is the saint enshrined in thy breast , And angels themselves would ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
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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.