Celtic Irish Songs and Song-writers: A Selection. With an Introduction and MemoirsCharles MacCarthy Collins J. Cornish & sons, 1885 - 334 strán (strany) |
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... cold clay that all they loved contained ; And there his last and narrow bed was made , And the drear tombstone for its covering laid . Alas ! for this my aged heart is wrung , Grief chokes my voice , and trembles on my tongue ; Lonely ...
... cold clay that all they loved contained ; And there his last and narrow bed was made , And the drear tombstone for its covering laid . Alas ! for this my aged heart is wrung , Grief chokes my voice , and trembles on my tongue ; Lonely ...
Strana 42
... cold , long - winded native of the deep . ' His abilities as a political writer obtained for him , from the Duke of Newcastle , the Attorney - Generalship of Jamaica , whither he went in 1731 ; and for seventeen years he discharged the ...
... cold , long - winded native of the deep . ' His abilities as a political writer obtained for him , from the Duke of Newcastle , the Attorney - Generalship of Jamaica , whither he went in 1731 ; and for seventeen years he discharged the ...
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... cold - blooded philosopher , moralist , and satirist in verse ; MacDonnell was full of the pathos and fancy and fire of impetuous poetic genius . In him all the dis- tinguishing characteristics of the Celtic genius abound . He loves his ...
... cold - blooded philosopher , moralist , and satirist in verse ; MacDonnell was full of the pathos and fancy and fire of impetuous poetic genius . In him all the dis- tinguishing characteristics of the Celtic genius abound . He loves his ...
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... cold , and they have not in their veins the blood of their fathers , who were men . ' And so MacDonnell Claragh , with the language and fervour of a poet , and the soul of a warrior , would fain have made a stroke for Freedom with the ...
... cold , and they have not in their veins the blood of their fathers , who were men . ' And so MacDonnell Claragh , with the language and fervour of a poet , and the soul of a warrior , would fain have made a stroke for Freedom with the ...
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... . His ' Contentment in Adversity ' is full of humour : ' In a cold empty garret contented I sit , With no spark to warm me but sparks of old wit . * * DERMODY . Here's a health then to Fate , and 54 IRISH SONGS AND SONG - WRITERS .
... . His ' Contentment in Adversity ' is full of humour : ' In a cold empty garret contented I sit , With no spark to warm me but sparks of old wit . * * DERMODY . Here's a health then to Fate , and 54 IRISH SONGS AND SONG - WRITERS .
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Adieu Banba bards beauty blessing born bosom breast bright brow Caoch O'Leary CAROLAN charms chree cold Cork CURRAN Dark Rosaleen dear death Dermody died dream drink Dublin Duhallow ELIZABETH RYVES Erin's eyes fair Hills fame Farewell father flowers friends Garnavilla genius GERALD GRIFFIN girl glory grave green grief hand harp hath heart heaven Hills of Eire hope Innisfail Ireland Irish literature Irish Volunteers Irish wife Irishman J. C. MANGAN JOHN JOHN BANIM Lady LAMENT land lived lonely Lord lover Lysaght M'GEE maid Mary MATTHEW CONCANEN mourn native ne'er never night o'er Old Erin poems poet proud remember RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN RICHARD DALTON WILLIAMS rose round shamrock Sheridan shine sigh sing sleep smile soft Soggarth Aroon song-writer songs sorrow soul spirit sweet tears thee thine THOMAS DERMODY THOMAS MOORE thou Translated Twas vale weep wild wrote young
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Strana 265 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail, — its date is brief, Restless, and soon to pass away ! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade. The winds bewail the leafless tree, — But none shall breathe a sigh for me...
Strana 324 - I will own the colour true, When yielding blushes aid their hue. Is her hand so soft and pure ? I must press it, to be sure ; Nor can I be certain then, Till it grateful press again. Must I with attentive eye Watch her heaving bosom sigh ? I will do so — when I see That heaving...
Strana 305 - 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. It is not while beauty and youth are...
Strana 210 - 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. 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!
Strana 202 - Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame ; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly. O, the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Strana 306 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises ; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises...
Strana 213 - The minstrel fell! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its 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!
Strana 201 - On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Strana 90 - Betrayed in friendship, befooled in love, With spirit shipwrecked, and young hopes blasted, He still, still strove. Till spent with toil, dreeing death for others, And some whose hands should have wrought for him (If children live not for sires and mothers), His mind grew dim. And he fell far through that pit abysmal, The gulf and grave of Maginn and Burns, And pawned his soul for the devil's dismal Stock of returns.
Strana 282 - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near — The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast.