Irish MelodiesCollin's Clear-Type Press, 1849 - 184 páginas |
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... er his head . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our souls ...
... er his head . But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our souls ...
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... Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more , I will fly with my Coulin , and think the rough wind 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 ...
... Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more , I will fly with my Coulin , and think the rough wind 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 ...
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... Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . ST . SENANUS AND THE LADY . ST . SENANUS . * " OH ! haste and leave this sacred isle , " Unholy bark , ere morning ...
... Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . ST . SENANUS AND THE LADY . ST . SENANUS . * " OH ! haste and leave this sacred isle , " Unholy bark , ere morning ...
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Thomas Moore. When the light of my song is o'er , Then take my harp to your ancient hall ; Hang it up at that friendly door , Where weary travellers love to call . * Then if some bard , who roams forsaken , Revive its soft note in ...
Thomas Moore. When the light of my song is o'er , Then take my harp to your ancient hall ; Hang it up at that friendly door , Where weary travellers love to call . * Then if some bard , who roams forsaken , Revive its soft note in ...
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... Where Pleasure lies , carelessly smiling at Fame ; He was born for much more , and in happier hours His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame . The string , that now languishes loose o'er the lyre , Might have bent a proud bow to ...
... Where Pleasure lies , carelessly smiling at Fame ; He was born for much more , and in happier hours His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame . The string , that now languishes loose o'er the lyre , Might have bent a proud bow to ...
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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.