Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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Strana 17
... lip , called Crommeal . On this occasion a song was written by one of our 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 ...
... lip , called Crommeal . On this occasion a song was written by one of our 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 ...
Strana 30
... lips that beauty hath seldom blest ! But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Oh then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED . AIR - The 30 ...
... lips that beauty hath seldom blest ! But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Oh then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED . AIR - The 30 ...
Strana 54
... It is conjectured by Wormius that the name of Ireland , is derived from Yr , the Runic for a bow , in the use of which And the lip , which now breathes but the song 54 IRISH MELODIES . Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers.
... It is conjectured by Wormius that the name of Ireland , is derived from Yr , the Runic for a bow , in the use of which And the lip , which now breathes but the song 54 IRISH MELODIES . Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers.
Strana 55
Thomas Moore. And the lip , which now breathes but the song desire , of Might have pour'd the full tide of the patriot's heart ! But , alas ! for his country ! her pride is gone by , And that spirit is broken which never would bend : O ...
Thomas Moore. And the lip , which now breathes but the song desire , of Might have pour'd the full tide of the patriot's heart ! But , alas ! for his country ! her pride is gone by , And that spirit is broken which never would bend : O ...
Strana 67
... lips we love , We have but to make love to the lips we are near1 ! 1 I believe it is Marmontel who says , " Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime , il faut aimer ce que l'on a . ” — There are so many matter - of - fact people , who take ...
... lips we love , We have but to make love to the lips we are near1 ! 1 I believe it is Marmontel who says , " Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime , il faut aimer ce que l'on a . ” — There are so many matter - of - fact people , who take ...
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright bumper fair calm CARPENTER STREET CASTANET chain charm cloud cold dark Dear love death dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gone grave grief harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish isle Killarney lake leaves LESBIA light lips live look'd looks Love's lute maid maiden Minstrel moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er the sea once pleasure pleasure's Red Branch remember rose round shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sweet sword tear tell thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wild wind young youth
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Strana 11 - 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 ! n.
Strana 153 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.
Strana 49 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Strana 48 - Thou wouldst still be ador'd, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Strana 85 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Strana 158 - Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Strana 88 - Seem'd worthless in thine own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love. We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary !' BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
Strana 147 - 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.
Strana 14 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Strana 218 - ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest Stars that shine and fall ; — The flower that drops in springing ; , These, alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest...