Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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vii. oldal
... Believe me if all these endearing young charms Like the bright lamp that lay on Kildare's holy shrine Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh Oh ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers . .... 50 52 54 While gazing on the ...
... Believe me if all these endearing young charms Like the bright lamp that lay on Kildare's holy shrine Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh Oh ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers . .... 50 52 54 While gazing on the ...
47. oldal
... While far from the footsteps of coward or slave , The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave , Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain ! BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS . AIR IRISH MELODIES . 47.
... While far from the footsteps of coward or slave , The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave , Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain ! BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS . AIR IRISH MELODIES . 47.
48. oldal
Thomas Moore. BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS . AIR - My Lodging is on the cold Ground . BELIEVE me if all those endearing young charms , Which I gaze on so fondly to - day , Were to change by to - morrow and fleet in my ...
Thomas Moore. BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS . AIR - My Lodging is on the cold Ground . BELIEVE me if all those endearing young charms , Which I gaze on so fondly to - day , Were to change by to - morrow and fleet in my ...
60. oldal
... melody , for which the words were originally written , and to which , I believe , they are best adapted . For the youth whom she treasured her heart and her 60 IRISH MELODIES . When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow.
... melody , for which the words were originally written , and to which , I believe , they are best adapted . For the youth whom she treasured her heart and her 60 IRISH MELODIES . When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow.
67. oldal
... believe it is Marmontel who says , " Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime , il faut aimer ce que l'on a . ” — There are so many matter - of - fact people , who take such jeu d'esprit as this defence of inconstancy to be the actual and ...
... believe it is Marmontel who says , " Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime , il faut aimer ce que l'on a . ” — There are so many matter - of - fact people , who take such jeu d'esprit as this defence of inconstancy to be the actual and ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
11. 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 ! n.
153. 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.
49. oldal - 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.
48. oldal - 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.
85. oldal - 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.
158. 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 ! 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.
88. oldal - 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.
147. oldal - 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.
14. oldal - 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.
218. oldal - 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...