A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poemsThomas Allman & Son, 1859 - 160 sider |
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... falls of the Mohawk River No , never shall my soul forget Take back the sigh , thy lips of art That sky of clouds is not the sky ... That wrinkle , when first I espied it There's not a look , a word of thine The steersman's song The ...
... falls of the Mohawk River No , never shall my soul forget Take back the sigh , thy lips of art That sky of clouds is not the sky ... That wrinkle , when first I espied it There's not a look , a word of thine The steersman's song The ...
Side 12
... fall upon Ossory's plain : - Oh ! let him not blush when he leaves us to - night , To find that they fell there in vain . * This alludes to an interesting circumstance related of the Dalagais , the favourite troops of Brien , when they ...
... fall upon Ossory's plain : - Oh ! let him not blush when he leaves us to - night , To find that they fell there in vain . * This alludes to an interesting circumstance related of the Dalagais , the favourite troops of Brien , when they ...
Side 15
... falls on the grass o'er his head But the night - dew that falls , tho ' 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 ...
... falls on the grass o'er his head But the night - dew that falls , tho ' 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 ...
Side 29
... fall'n upon gloomy days , * Star after star decays , Ev'ry bright name that shed Light o'er the land , is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy or hope , that ne'er returneth : But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er the ...
... fall'n upon gloomy days , * Star after star decays , Ev'ry bright name that shed Light o'er the land , is fled . Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy or hope , that ne'er returneth : But brightly flows the tear Wept o'er the ...
Side 40
... fall'n , and thou still art young , Thy sun is but rising , when others are set ; And though slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath bung , The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet . Erin ! oh Erin ! though long in the shade ...
... fall'n , and thou still art young , Thy sun is but rising , when others are set ; And though slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath bung , The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet . Erin ! oh Erin ! though long in the shade ...
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Air-"The Andrew Mitchell bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty believ'd Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom blows bosom breath breezes bright bumper fair calm chain charm clouds cold dark dear death Dismal Swamp dream Erin's Eveleen's faded faithless fame Farewell Bessy fate feel Fill the bumper flame fled flowers forget friends gems girl Glendalough gloomy glory gold green harp heart heaven History of Ireland hope hour Ireland Irish isle Kilkenny kiss LESBIA light Longside look'd looks lov'd love's lover lyre maid moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina nymph o'er once pleasure Red Branch remember rose round rove sails saint Senanus shade shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit steal sweet sword tear tell thee THOMAS MOORE thou art thought turn'd Twas warm waves weep where'er wild wind woman wreath you wove young
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Side 109 - 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...
Side 116 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp "For a soul so warm and true; "And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, "Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, "She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see, "And her paddle I soon shall hear; "Long and loving our life shall be, "And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, "When the footstep of death is near.
Side 64 - SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND She is far from the land where her youn-g hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Side 100 - Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite*, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, O ! winds could not outrun me.
Side 22 - 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.
Side 62 - Oh, my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Lesbia hath a wit refined, But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're design'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us...
Side 23 - Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Side 86 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 21 - 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 women and golden store, Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more.
Side 46 - Had promised to link the last tie before noon; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look'd in...