Asiatic Chiefs, Band 2

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1856
 

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Seite 372 - 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 ! n.
Seite 367 - Let him follow me! By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die...
Seite 371 - Knights to danger, Ere the emerald> gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger.
Seite 368 - Look not alone on youthful prime, Or manhood's active might ; Man then is useful to his kind, Supported is his right : But see him on the edge of life, With cares and sorrows worn, Then age and want, oh ! ill-match'd pair ! Show man was made to mourn.
Seite 362 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Seite 366 - By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Seite 364 - Go, youth beloved ! in distant glades, "New friends, new hopes, new joys to find ! Yet sometimes deign, midst fairer maids, To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share, Must never be my happy lot ; But thou may'st grant this humble prayer, — Forget me not, forget me not ! " Yet should the thought of my distress Too painful to thy feelings be, Heed not the wish I now express, Nor ever deign to think of me.
Seite 371 - LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD LET Erin remember the days of o'd, Ere her faithless sons betray'd her ; When Malachi wore the collar of gold," Which he won from her proud invader, When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd.
Seite 365 - When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah...
Seite 372 - 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. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she...

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