Irish MelodiesCollin's Clear-Type Press, 1849 - 184 páginas |
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Página vii
... Ireland was made to share in the fate of its people . Both were alike shut out from the pale of civilized life ; and seldom any where but in the huts of the pro- scribed race could the sweet voice of the songs of other days be heard ...
... Ireland was made to share in the fate of its people . Both were alike shut out from the pale of civilized life ; and seldom any where but in the huts of the pro- scribed race could the sweet voice of the songs of other days be heard ...
Página viii
... Ireland's Min- strelsy , the deadly pressure of the Penal Laws had nearly , at the close of the eighteenth century , accom- plished ; and , but for the zeal and intelligent re- search of Mr. Bunting , at that crisis , the greater part ...
... Ireland's Min- strelsy , the deadly pressure of the Penal Laws had nearly , at the close of the eighteenth century , accom- plished ; and , but for the zeal and intelligent re- search of Mr. Bunting , at that crisis , the greater part ...
Página xi
... Ireland and the prospects then opening upon her within the scope of the orator's view . So exciting and power- ful , in this respect , were Emmet's speeches , and so little were even the most eloquent of the adverse party able to cope ...
... Ireland and the prospects then opening upon her within the scope of the orator's view . So exciting and power- ful , in this respect , were Emmet's speeches , and so little were even the most eloquent of the adverse party able to cope ...
Página xiii
... Ireland his last blessing and prayer . Though fully alive , of course , to the feelings which such music could not but inspire , I had not yet un- dertaken the task of adapting words to any of the airs ; and it was , I am ashamed to say ...
... Ireland his last blessing and prayer . Though fully alive , of course , to the feelings which such music could not but inspire , I had not yet un- dertaken the task of adapting words to any of the airs ; and it was , I am ashamed to say ...
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... Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five engagements . + Munster . The palace of Brien . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ...
... Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five engagements . + Munster . The palace of Brien . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ...
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airs ancient Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam beautiful bliss bloom bosom bowers brave breath bright chain charm cold dark dear death dream earth Edward Hudson Emmet Erin Erin's ev'n eyes fade fair fame feel flowers friends gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven honour hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish Harp Irish Melodies Irish Poetry isle John Stevenson Killarney leave light lips look look'd Lord Lord Edward Fitzgerald lov'd minstrels morning morocco Mountain Sprite Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er once OWEN JONES pleasure pleasure's proud 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 thine thou thought thro turn'd Twas voice wak'd wave weep where'er wild young youth
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Página 81 - 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 47 - 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.
Página 12 - There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; 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 her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh!
Página 86 - 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 11 - THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 31 - And thus, I thought, our fortunes run, For many a lover looks to thee, While oh! I feel there is but one, One Mary in the world for me.
Página 48 - 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 6 - Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine: In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine!
Página 68 - I've yet to roam : — The mind that burns within me, And pure smiles from thee at home. Thus when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks round in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.
Página 104 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light ! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, — in youth sincere And only then, The sigh that 's breathed for one to hear— Is by that one, that only Dear Breathed back again.