The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs1823 |
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Strana vii
... thou hast loved 182 Remember thee ! yes , while there's life in this heart . Wreathe the bowl • · Whene'er I see those smiling eyes . If thou❜lt be mine , the treasures of air To ladies ' eyes a round , boy . Forget not the field where ...
... thou hast loved 182 Remember thee ! yes , while there's life in this heart . Wreathe the bowl • · Whene'er I see those smiling eyes . If thou❜lt be mine , the treasures of air To ladies ' eyes a round , boy . Forget not the field where ...
Strana viii
... thou fearless bark • The dawning of morn , the daylight's sinking • 199 . 201 · • 202 • 204 • • 206 · · 208 · 209 . 212 • . 213 . 214 Shall the harp then be silent , when he who first gave 215 Oh , the sight entrancing . NATIONAL AIRS ...
... thou fearless bark • The dawning of morn , the daylight's sinking • 199 . 201 · • 202 • 204 • • 206 · · 208 · 209 . 212 • . 213 . 214 Shall the harp then be silent , when he who first gave 215 Oh , the sight entrancing . NATIONAL AIRS ...
Strana ix
... thou shalt wander . - Sicilian Air Who'll buy my love - knots ? -Portuguese Air . See , the dawn from Heaven . - Sung at Rome on Christmas Eve · • 267 • 269 · 270 · 271 • 272 273 274 276 . No. IV . Nets and cages . - Swedish Air When ...
... thou shalt wander . - Sicilian Air Who'll buy my love - knots ? -Portuguese Air . See , the dawn from Heaven . - Sung at Rome on Christmas Eve · • 267 • 269 · 270 · 271 • 272 273 274 276 . No. IV . Nets and cages . - Swedish Air When ...
Strana 9
... thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest , Oh ! then remember me . Other arms may press thee , Dearer friends caress thee , All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be ; But when friends are nearest I. Go where glory waits thee.
... thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest , Oh ! then remember me . Other arms may press thee , Dearer friends caress thee , All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be ; But when friends are nearest I. Go where glory waits thee.
Strana 10
... thou rovest By the star thou lovest , Oh ! then remember me . Think , when home returning , Bright we've seen it burning— Oh ! thus remember me . Oft as summer closes , When thine eye reposes On its lingering roses , Once so loved by ...
... thou rovest By the star thou lovest , Oh ! then remember me . Think , when home returning , Bright we've seen it burning— Oh ! thus remember me . Oft as summer closes , When thine eye reposes On its lingering roses , Once so loved by ...
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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.