Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodiesE. Paul and Company, 1822 - 185 pagina's |
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Pagina 2
... O'er the soul of feeling , To thy heart appealing , Draw one tear from thee ; Then let mem❜ry bring thee Strains I used to sing thee ; Oh ! then remember me . WAR SONG . REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE IRISH MELODIES .
... O'er the soul of feeling , To thy heart appealing , Draw one tear from thee ; Then let mem❜ry bring thee Strains I used to sing thee ; Oh ! then remember me . WAR SONG . REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE IRISH MELODIES .
Pagina 30
... fiction among some manu- script translations from the Irish , which were begun under the direction of that enlightened friend of Ire and , the late Countess of Moira . When ' shall the swan her death rote singing , 30.
... fiction among some manu- script translations from the Irish , which were begun under the direction of that enlightened friend of Ire and , the late Countess of Moira . When ' shall the swan her death rote singing , 30.
Pagina 31
Thomas Moore. When ' shall the swan her death rote singing , Sleep with wings in darkness furl'd ? When will Heaven its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle ! to thy winter - wave weeping , Fate ...
Thomas Moore. When ' shall the swan her death rote singing , Sleep with wings in darkness furl'd ? When will Heaven its sweet bell ringing , Call my spirit from this stormy world ? Sadly , oh Moyle ! to thy winter - wave weeping , Fate ...
Pagina 67
... sings the wild song of her dear native plains , Every note which he loved awaking.- Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains , How the heart of the minstrel is breaking . He had lived for his love , for his country he died They ...
... sings the wild song of her dear native plains , Every note which he loved awaking.- Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains , How the heart of the minstrel is breaking . He had lived for his love , for his country he died They ...
Pagina 78
... revisit past scenes of delight , thou wilt come to me there , And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky ! Then I sing the wild song , rapture to hear 13 IRISH MELODIES . At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly.
... revisit past scenes of delight , thou wilt come to me there , And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky ! Then I sing the wild song , rapture to hear 13 IRISH MELODIES . At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Irish Melodies, Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies (1822) Thomas Moore Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2009 |
Irish Melodies Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies Thomas Moore Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
Irish Melodies, Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies (1822) Thomas Moore Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2009 |
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom breath bright bumper fair calm CASTANET chain charm cloud cold crown'd dark DAYLIGHT DIES Dear love death deep dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gold gone grave grief harp heart Heaven hope hour Ireland isle Killarney lake leaves Lesbia light lips live look'd looks Love's lute maid maiden Minstrel moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er the sea once pleasure pleasure's remember rose round Senanus shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sunny sweet sword tears tell there's thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wherever wild wind young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 6 - WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd...
Pagina 6 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Pagina 81 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. 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. So soon may...
Pagina 116 - 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...
Pagina 67 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains. Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Pagina 109 - 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.
Pagina 16 - 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.
Pagina 8 - 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. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that...
Pagina 106 - And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turned away O ! winds could not outrun me.
Pagina 84 - 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...