Irish MelodiesLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1852 - 165 Seiten |
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... poet have since de- rived their sole lustre and value . About the same period I formed an acquaintance , which soon grew into intimacy , with young Robert Emmet . He was my senior , I think , by one class , in the university ; for when ...
... poet have since de- rived their sole lustre and value . About the same period I formed an acquaintance , which soon grew into intimacy , with young Robert Emmet . He was my senior , I think , by one class , in the university ; for when ...
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... poetry to do it justice , -I find the following singular and touching statement in an article of the Quarterly Review . Speaking of a young and promising poetess , Lucretia Davidson , who died very early from nervous excitement , the ...
... poetry to do it justice , -I find the following singular and touching statement in an article of the Quarterly Review . Speaking of a young and promising poetess , Lucretia Davidson , who died very early from nervous excitement , the ...
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... , 1829 . Russian . Several detached Melodies , by the po- pular Russian poet Kozlof . - Polish . Selections , in the same manner , by Niem- cewich , Kosmian , and others . I have now exhausted not so much my own re- xxviii PREFACE .
... , 1829 . Russian . Several detached Melodies , by the po- pular Russian poet Kozlof . - Polish . Selections , in the same manner , by Niem- cewich , Kosmian , and others . I have now exhausted not so much my own re- xxviii PREFACE .
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... poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone ; By other fingers play'd , It yields not half the tone . Then ... poet's love Can boast a brighter IRISH MELODIES . 27.
... poet's sigh , The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy . Oh ! woman's heart was made For minstrel hands alone ; By other fingers play'd , It yields not half the tone . Then ... poet's love Can boast a brighter IRISH MELODIES . 27.
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... Ireland , " and whose poems , he tells us , " were sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device , which have good grace and comeliness unto them , the which it is great pity to see abused to the gracing of wickedness and ...
... Ireland , " and whose poems , he tells us , " were sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device , which have good grace and comeliness unto them , the which it is great pity to see abused to the gracing of wickedness and ...
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airs 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 Love's minstrels morning Mountain Sprite Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er once 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 THOMAS MOORE thou thought thro turn'd Twas voice wak'd wave weep where'er wild young youth
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Seite 6 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Seite 64 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Seite 10 - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, " No son of Erin will offer me harm :— " For though they love woman and golden store, " Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more...
Seite 37 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
Seite 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!
Seite 11 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 14 - How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
Seite 73 - tis vain to curse, 'Tis weakness to upbraid thee ; Hate cannot wish thee worse, Than guilt and shame have made thee.