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 6
... wearing of the green ... 53 The wearing of the green . 145 The wedding of Ballyporeen . 293 The whistling thief . 76 The white Cockade ... 81 The widow's message to her son 21 The young may moon .. 201 Thy harp , beloved Erin . 318 ...
... wearing of the green ... 53 The wearing of the green . 145 The wedding of Ballyporeen . 293 The whistling thief . 76 The white Cockade ... 81 The widow's message to her son 21 The young may moon .. 201 Thy harp , beloved Erin . 318 ...
Strana 45
... WEARING OF THE GREEN ONE blessing on my native isle ! One curse upon her foes ! While yet her skies above me smile , Her breeze around me blows : Now , never more my cheek be wet ; Nor sigh , nor altered mien , Tell the dark tyrant I ...
... WEARING OF THE GREEN ONE blessing on my native isle ! One curse upon her foes ! While yet her skies above me smile , Her breeze around me blows : Now , never more my cheek be wet ; Nor sigh , nor altered mien , Tell the dark tyrant I ...
Strana 46
... Wearing of the Green . O , I care not for the thistle , And I care not for the rose , For when the 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 ...
... Wearing of the Green . O , I care not for the thistle , And I care not for the rose , For when the 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 ...
Strana 47
... wears her in its core ? Ah , gramachree , & c . You said you loved me , Molly dear ; Ah ! why did I believe ? Yet who could think such tender words Were meant but to deceive ? That love was all I asked on earth : Nay THE EMERALD ...
... wears her in its core ? Ah , gramachree , & c . You said you loved me , Molly dear ; Ah ! why did I believe ? Yet who could think such tender words Were meant but to deceive ? That love was all I asked on earth : Nay THE EMERALD ...
Strana 99
... wear the fleur de lis ; But I'll follow you , ma Doinnall dhu , For still I'm true to you , machree . THE BLARNEY . O , WHEN a young bachelor wooes a young maid Who's eager to go and yet willing to stay , She sighs and she blushes , and ...
... wear the fleur de lis ; But I'll follow you , ma Doinnall dhu , For still I'm true to you , machree . THE BLARNEY . O , WHEN a young bachelor wooes a young maid Who's eager to go and yet willing to stay , She sighs and she blushes , and ...
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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...