Irish Melodies and SongsRoutledge and Sons, 1874 - 144 strán (strany) |
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Strana 9
... 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 souls . WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE . WHEN he who adores IRISH MELOdies . 9 Oh! breathe not his name.
... 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 souls . WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE . WHEN he who adores IRISH MELOdies . 9 Oh! breathe not his name.
Strana 16
... green isle ; And blest for ever is she who relied Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride . AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW . As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow , While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below ...
... green isle ; And blest for ever is she who relied Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride . AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW . As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow , While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below ...
Strana 17
... green ; ' Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill , Oh ! no - it was something more exquisite still . * " The Meeting of the Waters " forms a part of that beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow , in the county of ...
... green ; ' Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill , Oh ! no - it was something more exquisite still . * " The Meeting of the Waters " forms a part of that beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow , in the county of ...
Strana 24
... green isle , For sensitive hearts , and for sun - bright eyes . Then remember , wherever your goblet is crown'd , Through this world , whether eastward or westward you roam , When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round , Oh ...
... green isle , For sensitive hearts , and for sun - bright eyes . Then remember , wherever your goblet is crown'd , Through this world , whether eastward or westward you roam , When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round , Oh ...
Strana 27
... one , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " - Warner's History of Ireland , vol . i . , book 9 . When her kings , with standard of green unfurl'd , C 2 IRISH MELOdies . 27 Let Erin remember the days of.
... one , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " - Warner's History of Ireland , vol . i . , book 9 . When her kings , with standard of green unfurl'd , C 2 IRISH MELOdies . 27 Let Erin remember the days of.
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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...