Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular Irish, Sentimental and Comic SongsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1847 |
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Strana 16
... cold and dreary , And you shall keep my pipes and dog , And pray for Caoch O'Leary . " With " Pinch " I watched his bed that night ; Next day his wish was granted ; He died - and Father James was brought , And the Requiem Mass was ...
... cold and dreary , And you shall keep my pipes and dog , And pray for Caoch O'Leary . " With " Pinch " I watched his bed that night ; Next day his wish was granted ; He died - and Father James was brought , And the Requiem Mass was ...
Strana 24
... cold , The fire itself seems robbed of half its light ; But , maybe , ' t is my eyes are growing old , And things look dim before my failing sight . For all that , tell him ' t was myself that spun The shirts you bring , and stitched ...
... cold , The fire itself seems robbed of half its light ; But , maybe , ' t is my eyes are growing old , And things look dim before my failing sight . For all that , tell him ' t was myself that spun The shirts you bring , and stitched ...
Strana 46
... cold winds whistle Neither down nor crimson shows ; But like hope to him that's friendless Where no gaudy flower is seen , By our graves , with love that ' s endless , Waves our own true - hearted Green . O , sure God's world was wide ...
... cold winds whistle Neither down nor crimson shows ; But like hope to him that's friendless Where no gaudy flower is seen , By our graves , with love that ' s endless , Waves our own true - hearted Green . O , sure God's world was wide ...
Strana 56
... cold , when my heart stills its motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle in the ocean , And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , Erin , mavourneen , sweet Erin go bragh . LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT . COUNTESS OF ...
... cold , when my heart stills its motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle in the ocean , And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , Erin , mavourneen , sweet Erin go bragh . LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT . COUNTESS OF ...
Strana 60
... to fight for native land-- His is no courage cold and weary ; The troops live not on earth would * stand The headlong CHARGE OF TIPPERARY . Quere ? " to . " Let Britain brag her motley rag ; We'll lift THE 60 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... to fight for native land-- His is no courage cold and weary ; The troops live not on earth would * stand The headlong CHARGE OF TIPPERARY . Quere ? " to . " Let Britain brag her motley rag ; We'll lift THE 60 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
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Časté výrazy a frázy
Annie Lisle Ballyporeen Barney O'Hea beautiful Ben Bolt bird blarney bless blooming bonnie boys brave bride bright Charlie charming cheer Colleen Bawn colleen dhas cruthin Constantinople cottage cruthin darling dream Dublin lasses e'er Erin Erin's eyes fair farewell Fermoy flowers friends Garnavilla GEORGE LINLEY girl God save Ireland gone green happy heart Highland hills hone Isle jaunting car Johnny Sands Kate Kathleen kiss Lady land lassie live lonely love thee lover maid maiden Malone Mary Mary Astore mavourneen merry minstrel boy Molly dear morning mother mountains ne'er never night Norah o'er Old Ireland Ould poor ral lal river Lee roam round SAMUEL LOVER shamrock Shan van Vocht shining shore shuile sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow star sure sweet tears tell there's thine thou thousand a-year true Twas voice wave wear weep wild young
Populárne pasáže
Strana 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Strana 8 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Strana 9 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Strana 112 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Strana 8 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Strana 51 - 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.
Strana 54 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Strana 160 - ... flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, .Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh...
Strana 14 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Strana 54 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...