Irish Melodies and SongsRoutledge and Sons, 1874 - 144 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3
... bard While gazing on the moon's light Ill Omens Before the Battle After the Battle ' Tis sweet to think The Irish Peasant to his Mistress On Music It is not the tear at this moment shed The Origin of the Harp Love's young Dream .. The ...
... bard While gazing on the moon's light Ill Omens Before the Battle After the Battle ' Tis sweet to think The Irish Peasant to his Mistress On Music It is not the tear at this moment shed The Origin of the Harp Love's young Dream .. The ...
Strana 15
... bards , in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin ( or the youth with the flowing locks ) to all strangers ( by which the English were meant ) , or those who wore their habits . Of this song , the air ...
... bards , in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin ( or the youth with the flowing locks ) to all strangers ( by which the English were meant ) , or those who wore their habits . Of this song , the air ...
Strana 22
... bard , who roams forsaken , Revive its soft note in passing along , Oh ! let one thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing To grace your revel when I'm at rest ...
... bard , who roams forsaken , Revive its soft note in passing along , Oh ! let one thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing To grace your revel when I'm at rest ...
Strana 23
... bard of O'Neill , which is quoted in the " Philo- sophical Survey of the South of Ireland , " page 433 : - " Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass - grown tomb , and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories ! " Fox ...
... bard of O'Neill , which is quoted in the " Philo- sophical Survey of the South of Ireland , " page 433 : - " Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass - grown tomb , and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories ! " Fox ...
Strana 36
... BARD . * OH ! blame not the bard , if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies , carelessly smiling at Fame , He was born for much more , and in happier hours His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame ; The string that now ...
... BARD . * OH ! blame not the bard , if he fly to the bowers Where Pleasure lies , carelessly smiling at Fame , He was born for much more , and in happier hours His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame ; The string that now ...
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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...