One Hundred Songs of Ireland: Music and WordsOliver Ditson, 1859 - 64 oldal |
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Ah Gramachree Aileen Mavourneen Al-ly Allegretto Andante Andantino Ashtore beam Blarney blessed bosom bow'rs bowld sojer boy bright charm chree cold Coleraine Corporal Casey cried crooskeen cush dear Donnybrook fair Erin Go Bragh Erin's fair fairy fal de ral Farewell flow'rs fond GEORGE BARKER ghan girl harp heart hone Ireland Irish lad Isle KATE CONNOR Kate Kearney Katty darling Kilkenny Killarney Lake of Killarney land lawn leave leen light lone long swords boldly look lov'd MINSTREL BOY Mister Moderato Molly Malone Music ne'er night Nora Creina Norah o'er O'Gaff poor ra Crei Rory rose round SAMUEL LOVER Savourneen deelish shamrock so green shining sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow sprig of shillelah sure sweet swords boldly riding tears Teddy Roe Terry O'Rourke thee There's thine thou thro Twas Whack fal whiskey widow Machree Widow Malone wild words young Ellen Loraine
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36. oldal - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
31. oldal - Oh cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me? Never again, shall my brothers embrace me? They died to defend me, or live to deplore ! Where is my cabin-door, fast by the wild wood? Sisters and sire ! did ye weep for its fall ? Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood ? And where is the bosom-friend, dearer than all ? Oh!
31. oldal - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
31. oldal - Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying wish my lone bosom can draw, — Erin, an exile bequeaths thee his blessing! Land of my forefathers, Erin go bragh! Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion, — Erin mavournin, Erin go bragh!
40. oldal - Thou wouldst still be adored, 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. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And...
27. 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.
29. oldal - The minstrel fell! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he loved 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!
21. 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. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle The gems drop away ! When true hearts lie wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh ! who would inhabit This bleak world alone ? The young May moon, •
36. 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.
18. oldal - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near — The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast.