Irish Melodies, and a Monologue Upon National MusicWilliam Power, 1820 - 288 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3
... the soul of feeling , To thy heart appealing , Draw one tear from thee ; Then let memory bring thee Strains I us'd to sing thee , Oh ! then remember me . WAR SONG . REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE IRISH MELODIES . 3.
... the soul of feeling , To thy heart appealing , Draw one tear from thee ; Then let memory bring thee Strains I us'd to sing thee , Oh ! then remember me . WAR SONG . REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE IRISH MELODIES . 3.
Strana 10
... hearts , that once beat high for praise , Now feel that pulse no more ! II . No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord , alone , that breaks at night , Its tale of ruin tells . BRITISH HON MAR Thus freedom ...
... hearts , that once beat high for praise , Now feel that pulse no more ! II . No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord , alone , that breaks at night , Its tale of ruin tells . BRITISH HON MAR Thus freedom ...
Strana 11
Thomas Moore. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb she gives , Is when some heart indignant breaks , To shew that still she lives ! FLY NOT YET . I. FLY not yet , ' IRISH MELODIES . 11.
Thomas Moore. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb she gives , Is when some heart indignant breaks , To shew that still she lives ! FLY NOT YET . I. FLY not yet , ' IRISH MELODIES . 11.
Strana 13
... heart and looks At noon be cold as winter brooks Nor kindle , till the night returning Brings their genial hour for burning . Oh ! stay , -oh ! stay- When did morning ever break , And find such beaming eyes awake As those that sparkle ...
... heart and looks At noon be cold as winter brooks Nor kindle , till the night returning Brings their genial hour for burning . Oh ! stay , -oh ! stay- When did morning ever break , And find such beaming eyes awake As those that sparkle ...
Strana 14
... heart - beaming smile of to - night Will return with to - morrow to brighten my brow . No , life is a waste of wearisome hours , Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart , that is soonest awake to the flowers , Is ...
... heart - beaming smile of to - night Will return with to - morrow to brighten my brow . No , life is a waste of wearisome hours , Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart , that is soonest awake to the flowers , Is ...
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bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless bliss bosom breath Brien bright bumper fair charm choice may fall cloud cold cold chain crown'd dark dear death dream drop we sprinkle Dublin earth END OF NOTES enharmonic Erin's eyes fade fame feel Fill the bumper Fionnuala flowers Folly FOURTH NUMBER friends Glendalough glory gold grief harp heart heaven hope hour Ireland Irish isle Kilkenny Kinkora leave LESBIA light long a letter look'd looks lov'd melodies moon ne'er never night Nora Creina O'er the brow oh Erin pleasure Red Branch remember roam round rove saint SECOND NUMBER Senanus SEVENTH NUMBER shade Shamrock shed shine sigh SIXTH NUMBER sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sprinkle O'er star sweet sword tear thee thine THIRD NUMBER THOMAS MOORE thou thought thro travellers love turn'd Twas wak'd weep where'er wild woman wreath the bowl young youth ΤΟ