Literature, Art and Song: Moore's Melodies and American PoemsInternational publishing Company, 1872 - 495 strán (strany) |
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Strana 34
... cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad , silent , and dark , be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with ...
... cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad , silent , and dark , be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with ...
Strana 35
... cold rocky 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 ...
... cold rocky 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 ...
Strana 36
... cold in the grave , " He returns to Kinkora no more . " 2 That star of the field , which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light us to victory yet . 4 Mononia ! when ...
... cold in the grave , " He returns to Kinkora no more . " 2 That star of the field , which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light us to victory yet . 4 Mononia ! when ...
Strana 39
... - Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to - night , that oh , ' tis pain To break its links so soon . Fly not yet , the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade , " X RICHES Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still 39.
... - Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to - night , that oh , ' tis pain To break its links so soon . Fly not yet , the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade , " X RICHES Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still 39.
Strana 40
Moore's Melodies and American Poems Thomas Moore. Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . And thus , should woman's heart and looks At noon be cold as winter brooks , Nor ...
Moore's Melodies and American Poems Thomas Moore. Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . And thus , should woman's heart and looks At noon be cold as winter brooks , Nor ...
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AMERICAN POEMS Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breath bright Burns chain charm cold DANIEL MACLISE dark dear Dismal Swamp dream earth Erin ev'n eyes fade fame fancy feel flowers friends gloomy glory grace grave Harp hath heart heaven hope hour hung Innisfail Ireland IRISH MELODIES isle Joseph Atkinson Lake lentando light lips look look'd Lord Byron lov'd Moore's morning ne'er never night NOTE o'er once POEMS RELATING RELATING TO AMERICA remember RICHES RICHES MOORE RICHES-CO RICHES-MOORE roam round rove sail seem'd shade shed shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkle spirit Sprite star sung sweet sword tear tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought thousand guineas thro travellers love turn'd Twas warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Strana 41 - 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...
Strana 108 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah '. little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
Strana 44 - 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 91 - 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 480 - That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, 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.
Strana 92 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Strana 227 - 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.
Strana 193 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light ! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, — in youth sincere And only then, The sigh that's breathed for one to hear — Is by that one, that only Dear Breathed back again.
Strana 51 - WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd...
Strana 64 - 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.