Irish Melodies and SongsRoutledge and Sons, 1874 - 144 strán (strany) |
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Strana 20
... pure as light , Pure as even you require ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When on its leaves I look , Dear thoughts of you . Like you , ' tis fair and bright ; Like ...
... pure as light , Pure as even you require ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When on its leaves I look , Dear thoughts of you . Like you , ' tis fair and bright ; Like ...
Strana 21
... Pure , calm , and sweet . And as , o'er ocean far , Seamen their records keep , Led by some hidden star Through the cold deep ; So may the words I write Tell through what storms I stray- You still the unseen light Guiding my way . THE ...
... Pure , calm , and sweet . And as , o'er ocean far , Seamen their records keep , Led by some hidden star Through the cold deep ; So may the words I write Tell through what storms I stray- You still the unseen light Guiding my way . THE ...
Strana 29
... pure light its dawning delay . When will that day - star , mildly springing , Warm our isle with peace and love ? When will heaven , its sweet bells ringing , Call my spirit to the fields above ? * To make this story intelligible in a ...
... pure light its dawning delay . When will that day - star , mildly springing , Warm our isle with peace and love ? When will heaven , its sweet bells ringing , Call my spirit to the fields above ? * To make this story intelligible in a ...
Strana 45
... way , Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay ; * Meaning allegorically the ancient church of Ireland . The darker our fortune , the brighter our pure love IRISH MELOdies . 45 The Irish Peasant to his Mistress.
... way , Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay ; * Meaning allegorically the ancient church of Ireland . The darker our fortune , the brighter our pure love IRISH MELOdies . 45 The Irish Peasant to his Mistress.
Strana 46
Thomas Moore. The darker our fortune , the brighter our pure love burn'd ; Till shame into glory , till fear into zeal was turn'd ; Yes , slave as I was , in thy arms my spirit felt free , And bless'd even the sorrows that made me more ...
Thomas Moore. The darker our fortune , the brighter our pure love burn'd ; Till shame into glory , till fear into zeal was turn'd ; Yes , slave as I was , in thy arms my spirit felt free , And bless'd even the sorrows that made me more ...
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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...