Irish MelodiesJ. Power, 1821 - 259 páginas |
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... taste , like the light of the poles , Is a flash amid darkness , too brilliant to stay ; But tho ' ' twere the last little spark in our souls , We must light it up now , on our Prince's Day . * This song was written for a fête in honour ...
... taste , like the light of the poles , Is a flash amid darkness , too brilliant to stay ; But tho ' ' twere the last little spark in our souls , We must light it up now , on our Prince's Day . * This song was written for a fête in honour ...
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... tastes of the other , the dark - flowing urn ; Then , then is the moment affection can sway With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew ; Love , nurs❜d among pleasures , is faithless as they , But the Love , born of Sorrow , like ...
... tastes of the other , the dark - flowing urn ; Then , then is the moment affection can sway With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew ; Love , nurs❜d among pleasures , is faithless as they , But the Love , born of Sorrow , like ...
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... taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it ; But would you rise above earth , till akin To Immortals themselves , you must drain every drop of it . Send round the cup - for oh there's a spell in Its every drop ' gainst the ills of ...
... taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it ; But would you rise above earth , till akin To Immortals themselves , you must drain every drop of it . Send round the cup - for oh there's a spell in Its every drop ' gainst the ills of ...
Página 192
... taste of the smoke of that flame , Which in silence extracted its virtue forbidden- Fill up there's a fire in some hearts I could name , Which may work too its charm , though now lawless and hidden . So drink of the cup - for oh there's ...
... taste of the smoke of that flame , Which in silence extracted its virtue forbidden- Fill up there's a fire in some hearts I could name , Which may work too its charm , though now lawless and hidden . So drink of the cup - for oh there's ...
Página 196
... taste it awhile , and dream we live once more ! * Paul Zeland mentions that there is a mountain in some part of Ireland , where the ghosts of persons who have died in foreign lands , walk about and converse with those they meet like ...
... taste it awhile , and dream we live once more ! * Paul Zeland mentions that there is a mountain in some part of Ireland , where the ghosts of persons who have died in foreign lands , walk about and converse with those they meet like ...
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Términos y frases comunes
airs AVOCA Bard battle of Clontarf beam beautiful bliss bosom bowers breath bright chain charm choro CICERO clouds cold crown'd dark dear death Ditto dream drink Dublin earth enharmonic ERIN ERIN's ev'n EVELEEN's eyes fade fair fame farewell feel flowers forget friends gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven hope hour Ireland Irish Harp Irish Melodies Irish Poetry isle Kilkenny Lady leave LESBIA light lips long a letter look'd lov'd Love's lute maiden Minstrel morning ne'er neral never night NORA CREINA o'er once Planxty pleasure pleasure's proud Red Branch remember rose round rove Saint Senanus shade Shamrock shed shine sigh Sir JOHN STEVENSON sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal Steed sweet sword tear thee there's thine THIRD NUMBER THOMAS MOORE thro turn'd Twas wak'd wave weep wild wreath the bowl young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 12 - 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.
Página 154 - 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...
Página 44 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Página 70 - Music ! oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.
Página 91 - 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.
Página 22 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ! f Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall 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 the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still.
Página 122 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Página 10 - 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.
Página 162 - ... us ! And when, in other climes, we meet Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flowery, wild and sweet, And nought but love is wanting ; We think...
Página 149 - 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.