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... number . To those unread in the painful history of this period , it is right to mention that almost all the leaders of the United Irish conspiracy were Protestants . Among those companions of my own alluded to in these pages , I ...
... number . To those unread in the painful history of this period , it is right to mention that almost all the leaders of the United Irish conspiracy were Protestants . Among those companions of my own alluded to in these pages , I ...
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... number , poor Robert Emmet , John Brown , and the two ****** st , whose total absence from the whole scene , as well as the dead silence that , day after day , followed the calling out of their names , proclaimed how deep had been their ...
... number , poor Robert Emmet , John Brown , and the two ****** st , whose total absence from the whole scene , as well as the dead silence that , day after day , followed the calling out of their names , proclaimed how deep had been their ...
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... number had been themselves involved in the plot , and now came forward either as voluntary informers , or else were driven by the fear of the consequences of refusal to secure their own safety at the expense of companions and friends ...
... number had been themselves involved in the plot , and now came forward either as voluntary informers , or else were driven by the fear of the consequences of refusal to secure their own safety at the expense of companions and friends ...
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... Numbers Advertisement to the Third Number Letter on Music , to the Marchioness Dowager of Donegal , prefixed to the Third Number Advertisement to the Fourth Number Advertisement to the Fifth Number Advertisement to the Sixth Number 107 ...
... Numbers Advertisement to the Third Number Letter on Music , to the Marchioness Dowager of Donegal , prefixed to the Third Number Advertisement to the Fourth Number Advertisement to the Fifth Number Advertisement to the Sixth Number 107 ...
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... of misfortune , come hither , I'll weep with thee , tear for tear . NO , NOT MORE WELCOME . No , not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear , When , half - awaking from fearful slumbers , He 50 IRISH MELODIES .
... of misfortune , come hither , I'll weep with thee , tear for tear . NO , NOT MORE WELCOME . No , not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear , When , half - awaking from fearful slumbers , He 50 IRISH MELODIES .
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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
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.