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Pagina v
... pleasure of writing about one's self all day , " to notice briefly some of those impressions and influences under which the at- tempt to adapt words to our ancient Melodies was for some time meditated by me , and , at last , undertaken ...
... pleasure of writing about one's self all day , " to notice briefly some of those impressions and influences under which the at- tempt to adapt words to our ancient Melodies was for some time meditated by me , and , at last , undertaken ...
Pagina xii
... pleasure too of hearing it a good deal praised by them ; and might have been tempted by this to acknowledge myself the author , had I not found that the language and sentiments of the article were considered by both to be very bold ...
... pleasure too of hearing it a good deal praised by them ; and might have been tempted by this to acknowledge myself the author , had I not found that the language and sentiments of the article were considered by both to be very bold ...
Pagina 3
... pleasure's beam , Thy suns with doubtful gleam Weep while they rise . Erin thy silent tear never shall cease , Erin thy languid smile ne'er shall increase , Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form in ...
... pleasure's beam , Thy suns with doubtful gleam Weep while they rise . Erin thy silent tear never shall cease , Erin thy languid smile ne'er shall increase , Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form in ...
Pagina 5
... pleasure , like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light , Begins to bloom for sons of night , And maids who love the moon . " T was but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; " Tis then their ...
... pleasure , like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light , Begins to bloom for sons of night , And maids who love the moon . " T was but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made ; " Tis then their ...
Pagina 13
... pleasure begins to grow dull in the east , We may order our wings , and be off to the west ; But if hearts that feel , and eyes that smile , Are the dearest gifts that Heaven supplies , We never need leave our own green isle , For ...
... pleasure begins to grow dull in the east , We may order our wings , and be off to the west ; But if hearts that feel , and eyes that smile , Are the dearest gifts that Heaven supplies , We never need leave our own green isle , For ...
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airs Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam beautiful bliss bloom bosom bowers brave breath bright brow chain charm Cicero clouds cold dark dear death dream earth Edward Hudson Emmet Erin Erin's ev'n eyes fade fame feel flowers freedom friends gleam Glendalough gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven honour hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish Harp Irish Melodies Irish Poetry isle Killarney leave LESBIA light lips look look'd Lord lov'd minstrels morning Mountain Sprite Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er once Ossian pleasure pleasure's prefixed proud racter remember Robert Emmet round shame Shamrock shed shine sigh silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal sunny sunshine sweet sword tears thee there's thine THIRD NUMBER THOMAS MOORE thou thought thro turn'd voice wak'd wave weep wild young youth zeal
Populaire passages
Pagina 55 - 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 4 - Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS.
Pagina 42 - Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Pagina 63 - Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea, I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now?
Pagina 28 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there 's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream : No, there 's nothing half so sweet in life, As love's young dream.
Pagina 59 - ... country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, 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.
Pagina 26 - WHEN through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In days of boyhood, meet our ear. Oh ! how welcome breathes the strain ! Wakening thoughts that long have slept ! Kindling former smiles again In faded eyes that long have wept.
Pagina 18 - 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 42 - 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 34 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.