Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National AirsSherman, 1828 - 284 Seiten |
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... wing'd visions dwell , If ever lot was prosperously cast , I do confess , in many a sigh , It is not the tear at this moment shed , I saw thy form in youthful prime , I'd mourn the hopes that leave me , I saw from the beach , when the ...
... wing'd visions dwell , If ever lot was prosperously cast , I do confess , in many a sigh , It is not the tear at this moment shed , I saw thy form in youthful prime , I'd mourn the hopes that leave me , I saw from the beach , when the ...
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... of mirth ! ye spring from sorrow's lay , Like the sweet vesper of the bird that sings In the bright sunset of an April day , While the cold shower yet hangs upon his wings . Long may the Irish heart repeat An echo to those MELODIES . 21.
... of mirth ! ye spring from sorrow's lay , Like the sweet vesper of the bird that sings In the bright sunset of an April day , While the cold shower yet hangs upon his wings . Long may the Irish heart repeat An echo to those MELODIES . 21.
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... wings for me . " TWAS A NEW FEELING . ' Twas a new feeling , something more Than we had dar'd to own before , Which then we hid not . We saw it in each other's eye , And wish'd in ev'ry half breath'd sigh , To speak , but did not ; My ...
... wings for me . " TWAS A NEW FEELING . ' Twas a new feeling , something more Than we had dar'd to own before , Which then we hid not . We saw it in each other's eye , And wish'd in ev'ry half breath'd sigh , To speak , but did not ; My ...
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... wing grows weary , What charm can refresh his plume ? ' Tis woman , whose sweetness beameth O'er all that we feel or see ; And if man of heav'n e'er dreameth , ' Tis when he thinks purely of thee ; Oh , woman ! Let conquerors fight for ...
... wing grows weary , What charm can refresh his plume ? ' Tis woman , whose sweetness beameth O'er all that we feel or see ; And if man of heav'n e'er dreameth , ' Tis when he thinks purely of thee ; Oh , woman ! Let conquerors fight for ...
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... WING'D . I KNOW where the wing'd visions dwell That around the night - bed play ; I know each herb and flowret's bell , Where they hide their wings by day . Then hasten we , maid , To twine our braid , To - morrow the dreams and flowers ...
... WING'D . I KNOW where the wing'd visions dwell That around the night - bed play ; I know each herb and flowret's bell , Where they hide their wings by day . Then hasten we , maid , To twine our braid , To - morrow the dreams and flowers ...
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bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breath breath'd bright brow calm Castanet chain charm cloud cold dark dear death DISMAL SWAMP dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ry eyes fade fair farewell feel flame flowers Glendalough glory glowing harp hath heart heaven Hero's heart hope hour Irish Irish poetry isle Kilkenny kiss Lady LESBIA life's light lips live look'd looks lov'd love's lover lute lyre maid merrily oh MINSTREL BOY moonlight morning ne'er never night o'er once pleasure's Red Branch roses round rove scribble-hy shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit star steal strain sunny sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Twas twill Voice warm wave weep wild wind wings young youth