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... appears . The nations have fallen , and thou still art young , Thy sun is but rising , when others are set : And tho ' slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath hung , The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet . Erin , oh Erin ...
... appears . The nations have fallen , and thou still art young , Thy sun is but rising , when others are set : And tho ' slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath hung , The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet . Erin , oh Erin ...
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... appears ; To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth , But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears . WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH . WHEN cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd , Be his faults and his follies ...
... appears ; To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth , But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears . WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH . WHEN cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd , Be his faults and his follies ...
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... appears , Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain , When once ' t is touch'd by sorrow's tears Will never shine so bright again . IF THOU ' LT BE MINE . IF thou ' lt be mine , the treasures of air , Of earth , and sea , shall lie at thy feet ...
... appears , Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain , When once ' t is touch'd by sorrow's tears Will never shine so bright again . IF THOU ' LT BE MINE . IF thou ' lt be mine , the treasures of air , Of earth , and sea , shall lie at thy feet ...
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... appears . Like feeling hearts , whose joys are few , But , when indeed they come , divine- The brightest light the sun e'er threw Is lifeless to one gleam of thine . G " T WAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS . 63 " IRISH MELODIES . 81.
... appears . Like feeling hearts , whose joys are few , But , when indeed they come , divine- The brightest light the sun e'er threw Is lifeless to one gleam of thine . G " T WAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS . 63 " IRISH MELODIES . 81.
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... appears too plainly in the tone of sorrow and depression which characterises most of our early Songs . The task which you propose to me , of adapting words to these airs , is by no means easy . The Poet , who would follow the various ...
... appears too plainly in the tone of sorrow and depression which characterises most of our early Songs . The task which you propose to me , of adapting words to these airs , is by no means easy . The Poet , who would follow the various ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
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.