Irish MelodiesJ. Power, 1821 - 259 Seiten |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 35
Seite x
... leave points of belief 44 Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms THIRD NUMBER . • 45 47 Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane 51 - Drink to her , who long · Oh ...
... leave points of belief 44 Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms THIRD NUMBER . • 45 47 Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane 51 - Drink to her , who long · Oh ...
Seite xi
... leave me · SIXTH NUMBER . Come o'er the sea Has sorrow thy young days shaded . No , no not more welcome the fairy numbers When first I met thee , warm and young While history's muse the memorial was keeping The time I've lost in wooing ...
... leave me · SIXTH NUMBER . Come o'er the sea Has sorrow thy young days shaded . No , no not more welcome the fairy numbers When first I met thee , warm and young While history's muse the memorial was keeping The time I've lost in wooing ...
Seite 4
... . III . When , around thee dying , Autumn leaves are lying , Oh ! then remember me . And , at night , when gazing On the gay hearth blazing , Oh ! still remember me . Then should music , stealing All the soul of feeling 4 IRISH MELODIES .
... . III . When , around thee dying , Autumn leaves are lying , Oh ! then remember me . And , at night , when gazing On the gay hearth blazing , Oh ! still remember me . Then should music , stealing All the soul of feeling 4 IRISH MELODIES .
Seite 8
... now blesses our arms with his light , Saw them fall upon OSSORY'S plain ! — Oh ! let him not blush , when he leaves us to - night , To find that they fell there in vain ! ERIN ! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES 8 IRISH MELODIES .
... now blesses our arms with his light , Saw them fall upon OSSORY'S plain ! — Oh ! let him not blush , when he leaves us to - night , To find that they fell there in vain ! ERIN ! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES 8 IRISH MELODIES .
Seite 17
... rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . III . And I'll gaze on thy gold hair , as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy soft harp , as wildly it breathes ; C Nor dread that the cold - hearted Saxon will tear IRISH MELODIES . 17.
... rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . III . And I'll gaze on thy gold hair , as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy soft harp , as wildly it breathes ; C Nor dread that the cold - hearted Saxon will tear IRISH MELODIES . 17.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
airs AVOCA Bard battle of Clontarf beam beautiful bliss bosom bowers breath bright chain charm choro CICERO clouds cold crown'd dark dear death Ditto dream drink Dublin earth enharmonic ERIN ERIN's ev'n EVELEEN's eyes fade fair fame farewell feel flowers forget friends gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven hope hour Ireland Irish Harp Irish Melodies Irish Poetry isle Kilkenny Lady leave LESBIA light lips long a letter look'd lov'd Love's lute maiden Minstrel morning ne'er neral never night NORA CREINA o'er once Planxty pleasure pleasure's proud Red Branch remember rose round rove Saint Senanus shade Shamrock shed shine sigh Sir JOHN STEVENSON sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal Steed sweet sword tear thee there's thine THIRD NUMBER THOMAS MOORE thro turn'd Twas wak'd wave weep wild wreath the bowl young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - 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 154 - DEAR 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...
Seite 44 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Seite 70 - 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 ! IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.
Seite 91 - 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 22 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ! f 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 the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still.
Seite 122 - 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 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'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.
Seite 162 - ... us ! And when, in other climes, we meet Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flowery, wild and sweet, And nought but love is wanting ; We think...
Seite 149 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.