Irish Melodies and Sacred SongsOakley, Mason and Company, 1869 - 184 strán (strany) |
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Strana 4
... sound man . ” —-- " Between seven and eight hundred wounded men , " adds O'Hallo- ran , " pale , emaciated , and supported in this manner , appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops ; never was such another sight exhibited . " Hist ...
... sound man . ” —-- " Between seven and eight hundred wounded men , " adds O'Hallo- ran , " pale , emaciated , and supported in this manner , appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops ; never was such another sight exhibited . " Hist ...
Strana 22
... sound of the mass bell was to be the signal of her release . I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from the Irish , which were begun under the direction of that enlightened friend of Ireland . the late ...
... sound of the mass bell was to be the signal of her release . I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from the Irish , which were begun under the direction of that enlightened friend of Ireland . the late ...
Strana 33
... sound : - But O , how blest that hero's sleep , O'er whom a wondering world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE . NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way , And lightnings show'd the distant hill , Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood ...
... sound : - But O , how blest that hero's sleep , O'er whom a wondering world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE . NIGHT clos'd around the conqueror's way , And lightnings show'd the distant hill , Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood ...
Strana 60
... 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 ! " THE SONG OF O'RUARK , PRINCE OF BREFFNI . * 60 IRISH MELODIES .
... 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 ! " THE SONG OF O'RUARK , PRINCE OF BREFFNI . * 60 IRISH MELODIES .
Strana 71
... sounds again . Sweet voice of comfort ! ' twas like the stealing Of summer wind thro ' some wreathed shell- Each secret winding , each inmost feeling Of my soul echo'd to its spell ! ' Twas whisper'd balm- ' twas sunshine spoken ! I'd ...
... sounds again . Sweet voice of comfort ! ' twas like the stealing Of summer wind thro ' some wreathed shell- Each secret winding , each inmost feeling Of my soul echo'd to its spell ! ' Twas whisper'd balm- ' twas sunshine spoken ! I'd ...
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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.