Irish Melodies and SongsRoutledge and Sons, 1874 - 144 strán (strany) |
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Strana 7
... Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf in the beginning of the 11th cen- tury , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five engagements . + Munster . The palace of Brien . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ...
... Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf in the beginning of the 11th cen- tury , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five engagements . + Munster . The palace of Brien . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ...
Strana 8
... the foremost of the troops ; ar was such another sight exhibited . " - History of Ireland , chap . i . Shining through sorrow's stream , Saddening through pleasure's beam , 8 MOORE . Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes.
... the foremost of the troops ; ar was such another sight exhibited . " - History of Ireland , chap . i . Shining through sorrow's stream , Saddening through pleasure's beam , 8 MOORE . Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes.
Strana 15
... made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of her clothes or jewels . " - Warner's History of Ireland , vol . i . , book 10 . " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm IRISH MELOdies . 15 Rich and rare were the gems she wore.
... made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of her clothes or jewels . " - Warner's History of Ireland , vol . i . , book 10 . " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm IRISH MELOdies . 15 Rich and rare were the gems she wore.
Strana 23
... Ireland , " page 433 : - " Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass - grown tomb , and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories ! " Fox , " ultimus Romanorum . " Both mute , but long as valour shineth , Or IRISH MELOdies . 23.
... Ireland , " page 433 : - " Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass - grown tomb , and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories ! " Fox , " ultimus Romanorum . " Both mute , but long as valour shineth , Or IRISH MELOdies . 23.
Strana 27
... Ireland in the tenth century ) and the Danes , in which Malachi defeated two of their champions , whom he en- countered successively hand to hand , taking a collar of gold from the neck of one , and carrying off the sword of the other ...
... Ireland in the tenth century ) and the Danes , in which Malachi defeated two of their champions , whom he en- countered successively hand to hand , taking a collar of gold from the neck of one , and carrying off the sword of the other ...
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AIR-Stevenson Avoca bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower brave breath bright brow burning calm chain CHARLES DICKENS charm cherubs cloud cold CRYSTAL PALACE dark dear dearest death dream Erin Erin's Eveleen's eyes faded fair fame feel flame fled flowers Freedom friends gems Glendalough gloomy glory glory's green harp hast heart heaven heroes hope hour Ireland Irish isle Jehovah Kilkenny LESBIA life's light live long Hath look'd looks Lord love thee Love's maid moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er once pleasure Red Branch reindeer remember roam rose round rove Saint Senanus Shamrock shed shine sigh silent sleep smile SONG BOOK SONGSTER soon sorrow soul spirit star steal sweet sword tears tell There's thine thought timbrel Tophet turn'd Twas tyrant UNIVERSAL SONG victory's waked warm wave weep wild wing young youth
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Strana 122 - 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...
Strana 122 - When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Strana 121 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Strana 133 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord, His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword! Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed ! His people are free ! Thomas Moore.
Strana 132 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Strana 17 - 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.
Strana 135 - ... and it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel; and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light by night to these: so that the one came not near the other all the night.
Strana 48 - 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 ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.
Strana 68 - See They spring for me, Those leafy gems of morning ! ' Says Love, ' No no, For me they grow, My fragrant path adorning.
Strana 122 - ... o'ershadows all the earth and skies like some dark beauteous bird whose plume is sparkling with unnumbered eyes that sacred gloom those fires divine so grand so countless Lord are thine...