A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poemsThomas Allman & Son, 1859 - 160 sider |
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... sleep in the shade Oh ! doubt me not . Oh ! had we some bright little isle of our own . Oh haste and leave this ... sleeps 64 Silent , oh Moyle ! be the roar of thy water ... Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke 35 37 Take back ...
... sleep in the shade Oh ! doubt me not . Oh ! had we some bright little isle of our own . Oh haste and leave this ... sleeps 64 Silent , oh Moyle ! be the roar of thy water ... Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke 35 37 Take back ...
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... sleeping When through life unblest we rove What the bee is to the flowret ... *** www When first I met thee , warm and young While history's muse the memorial was keep . You remember Ellen , our hamlet's pride Songs . A beam of ...
... sleeping When through life unblest we rove What the bee is to the flowret ... *** www When first I met thee , warm and young While history's muse the memorial was keep . You remember Ellen , our hamlet's pride Songs . A beam of ...
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... sleep but a moment in chains . Brien Borombe the great , monarch of Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five engagements . † Munster ...
... sleep but a moment in chains . Brien Borombe the great , monarch of Ireland , who was killed at the battle of Clontarf , in the beginning of the 11th century , after having defeated the Danes in twenty - five engagements . † Munster ...
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... 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 the chiefs and ladies bright , The harp of Tara swells ; The chord , alone , that breaks at ...
... 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 the chiefs and ladies bright , The harp of Tara swells ; The chord , alone , that breaks at ...
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... sleeps , And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our souls . WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE . Air- " The fox's sleep , " WHEN he who adores thee has left but the name Of his fault and his ...
... sleeps , And the tear that we shed , though in secret it rolls , Shall long keep his memory green in our souls . WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE . Air- " The fox's sleep , " WHEN he who adores thee has left but the name Of his fault and his ...
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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...