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... less , I own , than profanation to disturb the sentiment of so beautiful an air by any connexion with such a subject . The great success of this song , soon after I wrote it , among a large party staying at Chatsworth , is thus alluded ...
... less , I own , than profanation to disturb the sentiment of so beautiful an air by any connexion with such a subject . The great success of this song , soon after I wrote it , among a large party staying at Chatsworth , is thus alluded ...
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... Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy soft harp , as wildly it breathes ; Nor dread that the cold - hearted Saxon will tear One chord from that harp ...
... Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy soft harp , as wildly it breathes ; Nor dread that the cold - hearted Saxon will tear One chord from that harp ...
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... less pale ! They say too , so long thou hast worn those lingering chains ; That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains- Oh ! foul is the slander - no chain could that soul subdue- Where shineth thy spirit , there ...
... less pale ! They say too , so long thou hast worn those lingering chains ; That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains- Oh ! foul is the slander - no chain could that soul subdue- Where shineth thy spirit , there ...
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... Though many a gifted mind we meet , Though fairest forms we see , To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee , Mary ! 33 BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE . 34 By that 32 22 IRISH MELODIES . Oh, my Nora Creina, dear, ...
... Though many a gifted mind we meet , Though fairest forms we see , To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee , Mary ! 33 BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE . 34 By that 32 22 IRISH MELODIES . Oh, my Nora Creina, dear, ...
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... Less dear the laurel growing , Alive , untouch'd , and blowing , Than that whose braid Is pluck'd to shade The brows with victory glowing . We tread the land that bore us , Her green flag glitters o'er us , The friends we ' ve tried Are ...
... Less dear the laurel growing , Alive , untouch'd , and blowing , Than that whose braid Is pluck'd to shade The brows with victory glowing . We tread the land that bore us , Her green flag glitters o'er us , The friends we ' ve tried Are ...
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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.