Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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Pagina viii
... lake whose gloomy shore .. She is far from the land , where her young hero sleeps .. Nay , tell me not , dear ! that the goblet drowns Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin 76 78 80 83 85 87 ... 89 92 94 96 What the Bee is to ...
... lake whose gloomy shore .. She is far from the land , where her young hero sleeps .. Nay , tell me not , dear ! that the goblet drowns Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin 76 78 80 83 85 87 ... 89 92 94 96 What the Bee is to ...
Pagina 41
... lakes and rivers of Ireland , till the coming of Christianity , when the first sound of the mass - bell was to be the signal of her release . - I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from the Irish , which were ...
... lakes and rivers of Ireland , till the coming of Christianity , when the first sound of the mass - bell was to be the signal of her release . - I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from the Irish , which were ...
Pagina 88
... MARY ' ! 1 I have here made a feeble effort to imitate that exquisite inscription of SHENSTONE'S " Heu ! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE ' . AIR - 88 IRISH MELODIES .
... MARY ' ! 1 I have here made a feeble effort to imitate that exquisite inscription of SHENSTONE'S " Heu ! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE ' . AIR - 88 IRISH MELODIES .
Pagina 89
Thomas Moore. BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE ' . AIR - The Brown Irish Girl . By that lake , whose gloomy shore Sky - lark never warbles o'er ' , Where the cliff hangs high and steep , Young St. Kevin stole to sleep ; " Here , at least ...
Thomas Moore. BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE ' . AIR - The Brown Irish Girl . By that lake , whose gloomy shore Sky - lark never warbles o'er ' , Where the cliff hangs high and steep , Young St. Kevin stole to sleep ; " Here , at least ...
Pagina 91
... mourn'd her fate . When he said " Heav'n rest her soul ! " Round the Lake light music stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide , Smiling , o'er the fatal tide ! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND . AIR - Open IRISH MELODIES . 91.
... mourn'd her fate . When he said " Heav'n rest her soul ! " Round the Lake light music stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide , Smiling , o'er the fatal tide ! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND . AIR - Open IRISH MELODIES . 91.
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright bumper fair calm CARPENTER STREET CASTANET chain charm cloud cold dark Dear love death dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gone grave grief harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish 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 Red Branch remember rose round shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sweet sword tear tell thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wild wind young youth
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Pagina 11 - 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 ! n.
Pagina 153 - 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.
Pagina 49 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Pagina 48 - 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 my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Pagina 85 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Pagina 158 - Dear 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 ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Pagina 88 - Seem'd worthless in thine own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love. We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary !' BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
Pagina 147 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Pagina 14 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Pagina 218 - ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest Stars that shine and fall ; — The flower that drops in springing ; , These, alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest...