Thomas Moore, the Poet: His Life and WorksBlackie & Son, 1880 - 255 strán (strany) |
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... of Night , · 142 143 Do. Do. Do. * Oh the Shamrock , * The Young May Moon , * The Harp that Once through Tara's Halls , 145 143 144 Do. * The Meeting of the Waters , 145 Page Do. IRISH MELODIES .- * The Origin of the X. SELECTIONS .
... of Night , · 142 143 Do. Do. Do. * Oh the Shamrock , * The Young May Moon , * The Harp that Once through Tara's Halls , 145 143 144 Do. * The Meeting of the Waters , 145 Page Do. IRISH MELODIES .- * The Origin of the X. SELECTIONS .
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... Harp , * Sing Sweet Harp , Do. * Love's Young Dream , Do. * Oh Arranmore , loved Arranmore , Do. * Sweet Innisfallen , 146 146 147 148 149 Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. * Oh , Could we Do with this World of Ours , 150 * I Saw thy Form in ...
... Harp , * Sing Sweet Harp , Do. * Love's Young Dream , Do. * Oh Arranmore , loved Arranmore , Do. * Sweet Innisfallen , 146 146 147 148 149 Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. Do. * Oh , Could we Do with this World of Ours , 150 * I Saw thy Form in ...
Strana 16
... harp I sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all — away — away— You have made me waste the day . How I've chatter'd ! prating crow Never yet did chatter so . ODE XXIX . Yes - loving is a painful thrill , And ...
... harp I sink in slumbers , Dreaming still of dulcet numbers ! This is all — away — away— You have made me waste the day . How I've chatter'd ! prating crow Never yet did chatter so . ODE XXIX . Yes - loving is a painful thrill , And ...
Strana 138
... ll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on , And his wild harp slung behind him ; while , it is as follows , when accentuated by the music : -- Irish air -- The Morcen . The min - strel 138 LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
... ll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on , And his wild harp slung behind him ; while , it is as follows , when accentuated by the music : -- Irish air -- The Morcen . The min - strel 138 LIFE SKETCH OF THOMAS MOORE .
Strana 145
... HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS . 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 ...
... HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS . 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 ...
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Anacreon Arranmore bards beautiful beneath Bermuda Bessy bless bower breath bright Byron charm dark dear delight diary dinner dream Dublin Ev'n eyes fair fame fancy feeling flowers friends Ghebers glory Hafed happy harp hath heart heaven honour hope hour Irish Irish Melodies isle Lady Lalla Rookh land Lansdowne letter light live look look'd Lord Byron Lord John Russell Lord Lansdowne Lord Moira lov'd lover Minstrel Minstrel Boy Moore's morning mother ne'er never night numbers o'er Persia poem poet Rogers roses round sacred Samuel Lover seem'd Shamrock shine shone shore sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sung sweet sword Sydney Smith Talleyrand tears tell thee thine Thomas Moore thou thought thousand guineas told turn'd Twas verse wave weep wing words write wrote young youth
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Strana 34 - Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strana 134 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Strana 66 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Strana 102 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Strana 103 - 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 152 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Strana 138 - 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...
Strana 145 - 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.
Strana 155 - 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...
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 196 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame.