A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poemsThomas Allman & Son, 1859 - 160 strán (strany) |
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... shore ... ... ... Come send round the wine , and leave points of belief Come o'er the sea ... Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ! ... Dear harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee Drink to her , who long ... ... Erin ...
... shore ... ... ... Come send round the wine , and leave points of belief Come o'er the sea ... Come , rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ! ... Dear harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee Drink to her , who long ... ... Erin ...
Strana 19
... shore , Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more , I will fly with my Coulin , and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er ...
... shore , Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more , I will fly with my Coulin , and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er ...
Strana 31
... keep the boy Ever smiling beside his faithful oar , Through billows of woe and beams of joy , The same as he look'd when he left the shore . Then remember & c . EVELEEN'S BOWER . Он weep for the hour , When IRISH MELODIES , 31.
... keep the boy Ever smiling beside his faithful oar , Through billows of woe and beams of joy , The same as he look'd when he left the shore . Then remember & c . EVELEEN'S BOWER . Он weep for the hour , When IRISH MELODIES , 31.
Strana 55
... shore a youth whom she lov'd . But she lov'd him in vain , for he left her to weep , And in tears , all the night , her gold ringlets to steep , Till heav'n look'd with pity on true - love so warm , And chang'd to this soft Harp the sea ...
... shore a youth whom she lov'd . But she lov'd him in vain , for he left her to weep , And in tears , all the night , her gold ringlets to steep , Till heav'n look'd with pity on true - love so warm , And chang'd to this soft Harp the sea ...
Strana 65
... SHORE . Air- " The brown Irish girl . " By that lake , whose gloomy shore Sky - lark never warbles o'er , † Where the cliff hangs high and steep , Young St. Keven stole to sleep . " Here , at least , " he calmly said , " Woman ne'er ...
... SHORE . Air- " The brown Irish girl . " By that lake , whose gloomy shore Sky - lark never warbles o'er , † Where the cliff hangs high and steep , Young St. Keven stole to sleep . " Here , at least , " he calmly said , " Woman ne'er ...
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Air-"The Andrew Mitchell bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty believ'd Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom blows bosom breath breezes bright bumper fair calm chain charm clouds cold dark dear death Dismal Swamp dream Erin's Eveleen's faded faithless fame Farewell Bessy fate feel Fill the bumper flame fled flowers forget friends gems girl Glendalough gloomy glory gold green harp heart heaven History of Ireland hope hour Ireland Irish isle Kilkenny kiss LESBIA light Longside look'd looks lov'd love's lover lyre maid moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina nymph o'er once pleasure Red Branch remember rose round rove sails saint Senanus shade shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit steal sweet sword tear tell thee THOMAS MOORE thou art thought turn'd Twas warm waves weep where'er wild wind woman wreath you wove young
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Strana 109 - 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...
Strana 116 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp "For a soul so warm and true; "And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, "Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, "She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see, "And her paddle I soon shall hear; "Long and loving our life shall be, "And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, "When the footstep of death is near.
Strana 64 - SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Strana 100 - Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite*, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me.
Strana 22 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 62 - Oh, my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Lesbia hath a wit refined, But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're design'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us...
Strana 23 - 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.
Strana 86 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Strana 21 - So lone and lovely, through this bleak way ? Are Erin's sons so good or so cold As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " "Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm : For, though they love women and golden store, Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more.
Strana 46 - Had promised to link the last tie before noon; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in...