Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular Irish, Sentimental and Comic SongsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1847 |
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Pagina 26
... voice trembled low and less clear ; To listen , I stepped from my cover , But the bough - rustle broke on her ear ; She started - she redden'd- " A Stoir in ! * My Diarmid ! -- Oh , can it be so ? " And I clasped to my glad heart sweet ...
... voice trembled low and less clear ; To listen , I stepped from my cover , But the bough - rustle broke on her ear ; She started - she redden'd- " A Stoir in ! * My Diarmid ! -- Oh , can it be so ? " And I clasped to my glad heart sweet ...
Pagina 32
... voices out in prayer , Then with England's fatal cord around them cast , Close beneath the gallows tree , Kissed like brothers lovingly , True to home and faith and freedom to the last . " God save Ireland ! " prayed they loudly ; " God ...
... voices out in prayer , Then with England's fatal cord around them cast , Close beneath the gallows tree , Kissed like brothers lovingly , True to home and faith and freedom to the last . " God save Ireland ! " prayed they loudly ; " God ...
Pagina 38
... voice comes out , I cannot kape it still . Oh ! little voice ; ye call me back To my far , far counthrie , And nobody can hear ye spake , Oh ! nobody but me . THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD . AIR - Auld Lang 38 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... voice comes out , I cannot kape it still . Oh ! little voice ; ye call me back To my far , far counthrie , And nobody can hear ye spake , Oh ! nobody but me . THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD . AIR - Auld Lang 38 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
Pagina 52
... voice and wept to its lay , Every pulse of my heart the sweet meas- ure was keeping , Till Killarney's wild echoes had borne it away . O , tell me , my love is this my last meet- ing ? Shall we wander no more in Killar- ney's green ...
... voice and wept to its lay , Every pulse of my heart the sweet meas- ure was keeping , Till Killarney's wild echoes had borne it away . O , tell me , my love is this my last meet- ing ? Shall we wander no more in Killar- ney's green ...
Pagina 53
... voice in a soft whisper utter Those words of endearment- vourneen Colleen . " " Ma- I know we must part , but O , say not forever , That it may be for years adds enough to my pain ; But I'll cling to the hope , that though now we must ...
... voice in a soft whisper utter Those words of endearment- vourneen Colleen . " " Ma- I know we must part , but O , say not forever , That it may be for years adds enough to my pain ; But I'll cling to the hope , that though now we must ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Annie Lisle Ballyporeen Barney O'Hea beautiful Ben Bolt bird blarney bless blooming bonnie boys brave bride bright Charlie charming cheer Colleen Bawn colleen dhas cruthin Constantinople cottage cruthin darling dream Dublin lasses e'er Erin Erin's eyes fair farewell Fermoy flowers friends Garnavilla GEORGE LINLEY girl God save Ireland gone green happy heart Highland hills hone Isle jaunting car Johnny Sands Kate Kathleen kiss Lady land lassie live lonely love thee lover maid maiden Malone Mary Mary Astore mavourneen merry minstrel boy Molly dear morning mother mountains ne'er never night Norah o'er Old Ireland Ould poor ral lal river Lee roam round SAMUEL LOVER shamrock Shan van Vocht shining shore shuile sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow star sure sweet tears tell there's thine thou thousand a-year true Twas voice wave wear weep wild young
Populaire passages
Pagina 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Pagina 8 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Pagina 9 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Pagina 112 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Pagina 8 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Pagina 51 - 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.
Pagina 54 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 160 - ... flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, .Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh...
Pagina 14 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Pagina 54 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...