The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Zväzok 41823 |
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Strana vii
... o'er the sea Has sorrow thy young days shaded No , not more welcome the fairy numbers -When first I met thee , warm and young Page 133 134 136 . 137 . 139 · 140 · 142 · • 143 • 145 While History's muse the memorial was keeping The time ...
... o'er the sea Has sorrow thy young days shaded No , not more welcome the fairy numbers -When first I met thee , warm and young Page 133 134 136 . 137 . 139 · 140 · 142 · • 143 • 145 While History's muse the memorial was keeping The time ...
Strana 11
... o'er ; * Brien Borombe , the great Monarch of Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five en- gagements . Though lost to MONONIA * and cold ...
... o'er ; * Brien Borombe , the great Monarch of Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five en- gagements . Though lost to MONONIA * and cold ...
Strana 14
... o'er his head ! II . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our ...
... o'er his head ! II . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our ...
Strana 16
... o'er , And 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 . Thus Freedom now so ...
... o'er , And 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 . Thus Freedom now so ...
Strana 19
... o'er the dream they believed ; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest , Is happy indeed if ' twas never deceived . But send round the bowl - while a relic of truth shall be mine , — Is in man or in woman , this prayer ...
... o'er the dream they believed ; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest , Is happy indeed if ' twas never deceived . But send round the bowl - while a relic of truth shall be mine , — Is in man or in woman , this prayer ...
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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.