Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National AirsW. B. Gilley, 1825 - 300 strán (strany) |
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Strana viii
... grave Here sleeps the bard , who knew so well 185 212 How oft , when watching stars grow pale 203 Hymen , late , his love - knots selling 201 Love is a hunter boy 188 My harp has one unchanging theme 189 Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy ...
... grave Here sleeps the bard , who knew so well 185 212 How oft , when watching stars grow pale 203 Hymen , late , his love - knots selling 201 Love is a hunter boy 188 My harp has one unchanging theme 189 Ne'er talk of Wisdom's gloomy ...
Strana 14
... Remember the glories of Brien the brave , 1 Though the days of the hero are o'er ; Though , lost to Moronia , and cold in the grave , 2 He returns to Kinkora no more ! 3 That star of the field , which so often has 14 IRISH MELODIES .
... Remember the glories of Brien the brave , 1 Though the days of the hero are o'er ; Though , lost to Moronia , and cold in the grave , 2 He returns to Kinkora no more ! 3 That star of the field , which so often has 14 IRISH MELODIES .
Strana 16
... 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 . Air - The Fox's 16 IRISH MELODIES . Oh! breathe not his name. ...
... 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 . Air - The Fox's 16 IRISH MELODIES . Oh! breathe not his name. ...
Strana 28
... grave . We're fallen upon gloomy days ; 14 Star after star decays : Ev'ry bright name , that shed Light o'er the land , is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy or hope , that ne'er returneth ; But brightly flows the ...
... grave . We're fallen upon gloomy days ; 14 Star after star decays : Ev'ry bright name , that shed Light o'er the land , is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy or hope , that ne'er returneth ; But brightly flows the ...
Strana 35
... grave Beneath shamrocks of Erin and olives of Spain ! Believe me , if all those endearing young charms . Air - My Lodging is on the cold Ground . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms , Which I gaze on so fondly to - day ...
... grave Beneath shamrocks of Erin and olives of Spain ! Believe me , if all those endearing young charms . Air - My Lodging is on the cold Ground . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms , Which I gaze on so fondly to - day ...
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Air-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty Behold the sun blest bliss bloom blushes bosom bower bowl breath bright brow castanet chain charm cloud cold dark daylight dies dear dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ning ev'ry eyes fade fair Fanny fare thee farewell feel flowers gloom glory golden Golden Bay gondolier gone harp hast hath heart heaven hope hour hudhud Irish isle JAMES DILL lapwing Lesbia light lips look look'd Lord lov'd Love bound Love-knots Love's lover lute maid Minstrel Boy moonlight morning mountain ne'er never night numbers o'er once remember roses round Saint scribble-hy shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring sprite star summer sweet tears tell there's thine thou art thought thro to-night Twas Twill warm wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Strana 83 - Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Strana 46 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh ! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
Strana 122 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Strana i - 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 27 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Strana 232 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm...
Strana 126 - SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEIIOVAH has triumph'd, — his people are free. Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting ! the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave-. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! JEHOVAH has triumph'd — his people are free.
Strana 126 - 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 122 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
Strana 257 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.