The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs1823 |
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Strana 4
... feel very anxious that a Work of this kind “ should be undertaken . We have too long " neglected the only talent for which our Eng- " lish Neighbours ever deigned to allow us any " credit . Our National Music has never been " properly ...
... feel very anxious that a Work of this kind “ should be undertaken . We have too long " neglected the only talent for which our Eng- " lish Neighbours ever deigned to allow us any " credit . Our National Music has never been " properly ...
Strana 5
... feel " and understand that rapid fluctuation of spirits , " that unaccountable mixture of gloom and levity , " which composes the character of my country- " men , and has deeply tinged their Music . Even " in their liveliest strains we ...
... feel " and understand that rapid fluctuation of spirits , " that unaccountable mixture of gloom and levity , " which composes the character of my country- " men , and has deeply tinged their Music . Even " in their liveliest strains we ...
Strana 6
... the design appears to me so truly Na- ❝tional , that I shall feel much pleasure in giving " it all the assistance in my power . " Leicestershire , Feb. 1807. " NUMBER I. IRISH MELODIES . m No. I. mmmm GO vi ADVERTISEMENT .
... the design appears to me so truly Na- ❝tional , that I shall feel much pleasure in giving " it all the assistance in my power . " Leicestershire , Feb. 1807. " NUMBER I. IRISH MELODIES . m No. I. mmmm GO vi ADVERTISEMENT .
Strana 16
... 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 seldom wakes , The only throb she gives Is when some ...
... 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 seldom wakes , The only throb she gives Is when some ...
Strana 22
... feel not the least alarm , " No son of ERIN will offer me harm— " For though they love woman and golden store , " Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " IV . On she went , and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the ...
... feel not the least alarm , " No son of ERIN will offer me harm— " For though they love woman and golden store , " Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " IV . On she went , and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the ...
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adorn Æneid AIR.-The bard battle of Aberdeen battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright calm chain charm clouds cold consecutive fifths dark dear death dream enharmonic ERIN's EVELEEN'S eyes fade fair fame farewell feel Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends gleam glory grief Harmodius and Aristogiton harp heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES isle Lady MORGAN LESBIA light lips live long a letter long Hath waked look'd looks lost Love's maiden mmmm moon morning music of Scotland Musical Modes ne'er night NORA CREINA Number o'er Olive of SPAIN once pleasure pleasure's proud remember river Shannon round rove saint SENANUS shade shame Shamrock of ERIN shed shine sleep smile sorrow soul spirit star steal sweet sword tear thee thine thought turn'd Twas warm wave weep where'er wild woman young youth zeal
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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 136 - 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 141 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Strana 96 - Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 163 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. 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. Thou hast...
Strana 25 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
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 27 - That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine.
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.