Irish Melodies and Sacred SongsOakley, Mason and Company, 1869 - 184 strán (strany) |
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Strana xii
... passing before all eyes , the young Republic of France . Referring to the circumstance told of Cæsar , that , in swimming across the Rubicon , he contrived to carry with him his Commentaries and his sword , the young orator said ...
... passing before all eyes , the young Republic of France . Referring to the circumstance told of Cæsar , that , in swimming across the Rubicon , he contrived to carry with him his Commentaries and his sword , the young orator said ...
Strana 16
... passing along , Oh ! let one thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing , To grace your revel when I'm at rest ; Never , O never its balm bestowing On lips that beauty ...
... passing along , Oh ! let one thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing , To grace your revel when I'm at rest ; Never , O never its balm bestowing On lips that beauty ...
Strana 19
... pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon , And heaven smiled again with her vestal flame ; But none will see the day When the clouds shall pass away , Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen's fame . The white snow lay On the narrow path ...
... pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon , And heaven smiled again with her vestal flame ; But none will see the day When the clouds shall pass away , Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen's fame . The white snow lay On the narrow path ...
Strana 27
... pass ? " She answer'd , " he who could . ” With golden key Wealth thought To pass but ' twould not do ; While Wit a diamond brought , Which cut his bright way through . So here's to her who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who ...
... pass ? " She answer'd , " he who could . ” With golden key Wealth thought To pass but ' twould not do ; While Wit a diamond brought , Which cut his bright way through . So here's to her who long Hath wak'd the poet's sigh , The girl who ...
Strana 53
... pass , A triple grass t Shoots up with dew - drops streaming , Proposito florem prætulit officio . PROPERT . lib . i . eleg . 20 . ↑ St Patrick is said to have made use of that species of the tro- foil , to which in Ireland we give the ...
... pass , A triple grass t Shoots up with dew - drops streaming , Proposito florem prætulit officio . PROPERT . lib . i . eleg . 20 . ↑ St Patrick is said to have made use of that species of the tro- foil , to which in Ireland we give the ...
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Arranmore Babylon bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty blest bliss bloom bowers breath bright brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death dream dwell earth Edward Hudson Emmet Erin Erin's eyes fade fair fame feel flowers Freedom friends Glendalough gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish Irish Harp ISAIAH lx isle Killarney leave LESBIA life's light lips look look'd Lord Lord Edward Fitzgerald lov'd morning Mountain Sprite mournful ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er once pleasure pleasure's remember Robert Emmet round shame Shamrock shed shine sigh silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal sunny sunshine sweet sword Tarshish tears thee thine thou art thought thro turn'd Twas voice warm wave weep where'er wing young youth
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Strana 58 - 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.
Strana 6 - 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 25 - 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 arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, 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.
Strana 47 - 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 11 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Strana 148 - THIS world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even; And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing calm...
Strana 104 - 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 168 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary ; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Strana 60 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Strana 167 - Lift up thine eyes round about, and see : all they gather themselves together, they come to thee : thy sons shall come from far, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side.