The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Zväzok 41823 |
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Strana vi
... hope , within us springing . Night closed around the conqueror's way Oh ! ' tis sweet to think , that , where'er we roam Through grief and through danger · When through life unbless'd we rove . • • It is not the tear at this moment shed ...
... hope , within us springing . Night closed around the conqueror's way Oh ! ' tis sweet to think , that , where'er we roam Through grief and through danger · When through life unbless'd we rove . • • It is not the tear at this moment shed ...
Strana viii
... . - Scotch Air Hark ! the vesper hymn is stealing . - Russian Air . 241 · 239 No. II . Love and Hope . - Swiss Air . 245 There comes a time . - German Air 247 Page My harp has one unchanging theme . - Swedish viii CONTENTS .
... . - Scotch Air Hark ! the vesper hymn is stealing . - Russian Air . 241 · 239 No. II . Love and Hope . - Swiss Air . 245 There comes a time . - German Air 247 Page My harp has one unchanging theme . - Swedish viii CONTENTS .
Strana 5
... hope , " to a better period both of Politics and Music ; " and how much they are connected , in Ireland " at least , appears too plainly in the tone of sor- " L row and depression which characterizes most of " our early Songs . - The ...
... hope , " to a better period both of Politics and Music ; " and how much they are connected , in Ireland " at least , appears too plainly in the tone of sor- " L row and depression which characterizes most of " our early Songs . - The ...
Strana 36
... hope that ne'er returneth , But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier ! III . Oh ! quench'd are our beacon - lights- Thou , of the hundred fights ! * Thou , on whose burning tongue † Truth , peace and freedom hung ! Both mute ...
... hope that ne'er returneth , But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er a hero's bier ! III . Oh ! quench'd are our beacon - lights- Thou , of the hundred fights ! * Thou , on whose burning tongue † Truth , peace and freedom hung ! Both mute ...
Strana 45
... hope that the flame , which you light , May be felt yet in ERIN , as calm and as bright , And forgive even ALBION , while blushing she draws , Like a truant , her sword , in the long - slighted cause Of the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of ...
... hope that the flame , which you light , May be felt yet in ERIN , as calm and as bright , And forgive even ALBION , while blushing she draws , Like a truant , her sword , in the long - slighted cause Of the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of ...
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adorns AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers bowl breath Brien bright calm chain charm choly CICERO clouds cold dark daylight dies dear death dream earth ERIN ERIN's EVELEEN'S eyes fade fair fame farewell feel flowers FOLLY forget friends gleam gloom glory gondolier gone grave harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle leaves light lips Lough Neagh Love's lovers maiden maids melan moon morning Music of Ireland ne'er never night NUMBER o'er once pleasure pleasure's Rathdrum Red Branch remember river Shannon rivers Avon roam round saint SENANUS shade Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star sweet tear thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought to-night turn'd Twas wake warm waves weep wherever wild woman young youth
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Strana 16 - 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 143 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Strana 138 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell ! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ; The harp he lov-ed 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 135 - 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 43 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Strana 166 - Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Strana 88 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Strana 173 - 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 111 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Strana 168 - 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.