The British Poets, Volume 4Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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Pagina 56
... fade from my heart . Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; ' Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill , Oh ! no , - - it was something more exquisite still . * " The ...
... fade from my heart . Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; ' Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill , Oh ! no , - - it was something more exquisite still . * " The ...
Pagina 69
... fading away , Thou wouldst still be ador'd , as this moment thou art , Let thy loveliness fade as it will , And around the dear ruin each wish of Would entwine itself verdantly still . my heart It is not while beauty and youth are thine ...
... fading away , Thou wouldst still be ador'd , as this moment thou art , Let thy loveliness fade as it will , And around the dear ruin each wish of Would entwine itself verdantly still . my heart It is not while beauty and youth are thine ...
Pagina 70
... fade . Unchill'd by the rain , and unwak'd by the wind , The lily lies sleeping thro ' winter's cold hour , Till Spring's light touch her fetters unbind , And daylight and liberty bless the young flower . † Thus Erin , oh Erin , thy ...
... fade . Unchill'd by the rain , and unwak'd by the wind , The lily lies sleeping thro ' winter's cold hour , Till Spring's light touch her fetters unbind , And daylight and liberty bless the young flower . † Thus Erin , oh Erin , thy ...
Pagina 74
... fade away , Thy name , loved Erin , shall live in his songs ; Not ev❜n in the hour , when his heart is most gay , Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrongs . The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains ; The sigh of thy ...
... fade away , Thy name , loved Erin , shall live in his songs ; Not ev❜n in the hour , when his heart is most gay , Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrongs . The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains ; The sigh of thy ...
Pagina 77
... But oh , how blest they sink to rest , Who close their eyes on victory's breast ! O'er his watch - fire's fading embers Now the foeman's cheek turns white , When his heart that field remembers , Where we tamed IRISH MELODIES . 77.
... But oh , how blest they sink to rest , Who close their eyes on victory's breast ! O'er his watch - fire's fading embers Now the foeman's cheek turns white , When his heart that field remembers , Where we tamed IRISH MELODIES . 77.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam Beauty bliss bloom bower breath bright bring brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death dream e'er earth Edward Hudson Erin ev'n eyes fade fair farewell feel flowers friends glory gondolier gone Harp hast hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish Irish Harp isle leave life's light lips look look'd LORD Lord Edward Fitzgerald love thee Love's lute maid Melodies moon morning mountains ne'er never night o'er once pain pleasure pleasure's Robert Emmet rose Rose-tree round shine Ship ahoy shore sigh silent sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit Sprite star steal sunny sunshine sweet syren call tears tell there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro turn'd Twas voice wake wave weep wings young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 208 - 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!
Pagina 207 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 283 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Pagina 54 - 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 54 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Pagina 103 - 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.
Pagina 128 - That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine.
Pagina 289 - Lift up thine eyes round about, and see : all they gather themselves together, they come to thee : thy sons shall come from far, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side.
Pagina 273 - 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.
Pagina 49 - 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 still she lives.