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... more dear , And who felt how the best charms of nature improve , When we see them reflected from looks that we love . Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest IRISH MELODIES . Oh this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay...
... more dear , And who felt how the best charms of nature improve , When we see them reflected from looks that we love . Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest IRISH MELODIES . Oh this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay...
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Thomas Moore. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade , with the friends I love best , Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . ST ...
Thomas Moore. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade , with the friends I love best , Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . ST ...
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... rest . TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE . WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK . TAKE back the virgin page , White and unwritten still ; Some hand , more calm and sage , The leaf must fill . Thoughts come as pure as light , Pure as even you ...
... rest . TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE . WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK . TAKE back the virgin page , White and unwritten still ; Some hand , more calm and sage , The leaf must fill . Thoughts come as pure as light , Pure as even you ...
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... Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing , To grace your revel when I'm at rest ; Never , oh ! never its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest . But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores IRISH MELODIES . 11.
... Keep this cup , which is now o'erflowing , To grace your revel when I'm at rest ; Never , oh ! never its balm bestowing On lips that beauty hath seldom blest . But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores IRISH MELODIES . 11.
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... Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth : Long may the fair and brave Sigh o'er the hero's grave ! We're fall'n upon gloomy days ! 12 Star after star decays , Every bright name that shed Light o'er the land is fled . Dark falls the tear ...
... Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth : Long may the fair and brave Sigh o'er the hero's grave ! We're fall'n upon gloomy days ! 12 Star after star decays , Every bright name that shed Light o'er the land is fled . Dark falls the tear ...
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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.