The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Zväzok 41823 |
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Výsledky 6 - 10 z 16.
Strana 151
... we love and part not ; ' Tis life where thou art , ' tis death where thou art not ! Then , come o'er the sea , Maiden ! with me , Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll No VI Advertisement Come o'er the.
... we love and part not ; ' Tis life where thou art , ' tis death where thou art not ! Then , come o'er the sea , Maiden ! with me , Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll No VI Advertisement Come o'er the.
Strana 152
Thomas Moore. Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll , But the true soul Burns the same , where'er it goes . Is not the Sea II . Made for the Free , Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves , But , on the waves ...
Thomas Moore. Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll , But the true soul Burns the same , where'er it goes . Is not the Sea II . Made for the Free , Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves , But , on the waves ...
Strana 155
... wind through some wreathed shell- Each secret winding , each inmost feeling Of all my soul echoed to its spell ! ' Twas whisper'd balm - ' twas sunshine spoken ! — I'd live years of grief and pain , To have my long sleep of sorrow ...
... wind through some wreathed shell- Each secret winding , each inmost feeling Of all my soul echoed to its spell ! ' Twas whisper'd balm - ' twas sunshine spoken ! — I'd live years of grief and pain , To have my long sleep of sorrow ...
Strana 161
... winds could not outrun me . III . And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing ? No - vain , alas ! th ' endeavour * This alludes to a kind of Irish Fairy ...
... winds could not outrun me . III . And are those follies going ? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing ? No - vain , alas ! th ' endeavour * This alludes to a kind of Irish Fairy ...
Strana 171
... , Have throbb'd at our lay , ' tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind , passing heedlessly over , And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own . NUMBER VII . ADVERTISEMENT . source . If I had IRISH MELODIES . 171.
... , Have throbb'd at our lay , ' tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind , passing heedlessly over , And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own . NUMBER VII . ADVERTISEMENT . source . If I had IRISH MELODIES . 171.
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adorns AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers bowl breath Brien bright calm chain charm choly CICERO clouds cold dark daylight dies dear death dream earth ERIN ERIN's EVELEEN'S eyes fade fair fame farewell feel flowers FOLLY forget friends gleam gloom glory gondolier gone grave harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle leaves light lips Lough Neagh Love's lovers maiden maids melan moon morning Music of Ireland ne'er never night NUMBER o'er once pleasure pleasure's Rathdrum Red Branch remember river Shannon rivers Avon roam round saint SENANUS shade Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star sweet tear thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought to-night turn'd Twas wake warm waves weep wherever wild woman young youth
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Strana 16 - 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.
Strana 143 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
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 lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Strana 135 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Strana 43 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Strana 166 - Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Strana 88 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Strana 173 - Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
Strana 111 - 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 168 - 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.