Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 sider |
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... 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 . The palace of Brien . + Munster . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ...
... 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 . The palace of Brien . + Munster . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ...
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... ported in this manner , appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops : -never was such another sight exhibited . " History of Ireland , Book XII . Chap . I. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb IRISH MELODIES . 15.
... ported in this manner , appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops : -never was such another sight exhibited . " History of Ireland , Book XII . Chap . I. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes , The only throb IRISH MELODIES . 15.
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... made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of her clothes or jewels . " - Warner's History of Ireland , Vol . I. Book 10 , - " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray , IRISH MELODIES . 21 Rich and rare were the gems she wore.
... made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of her clothes or jewels . " - Warner's History of Ireland , Vol . I. Book 10 , - " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray , IRISH MELODIES . 21 Rich and rare were the gems she wore.
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... Ireland , " page 433. " Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass- grown tomb , and upbraid not our defeats with thy victo ries ! " Fox , " ultimus Romanorum . " WE MAY ROAM THRO ' THIS WORLD . Air- " IRISH MELODIES . 29 20.
... Ireland , " page 433. " Con , of the hundred fights , sleep in thy grass- grown tomb , and upbraid not our defeats with thy victo ries ! " Fox , " ultimus Romanorum . " WE MAY ROAM THRO ' THIS WORLD . Air- " IRISH MELODIES . 29 20.
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... Ireland , Vol . I. Book 9 . " Military order of knights were very early establish- ed in Ireland ; long before the birth of Christ we find a he- reditary order of chivalry in Ulster , called Curaidhe na Craoibhe ruadh , or the Knights ...
... Ireland , Vol . I. Book 9 . " Military order of knights were very early establish- ed in Ireland ; long before the birth of Christ we find a he- reditary order of chivalry in Ulster , called Curaidhe na Craoibhe ruadh , or the Knights ...
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Air-"The airs bard beam beautiful Bermuda bless blest bliss bloom bosom breath BREFFNI bright bumper fair burning calm chain charm Cicero cloud cold dark dear dearest death Dismal Swamp dream e'er enharmonic Erin Erin's ev'n eyes faded faithless fame Farewell feel Fill the bumper fled flowers forget friends gems Glendalough glory harp hath heart heaven heroes hope hour Ireland Irish Harp isle JOHN STEVENSON King of Leinster LESBIA light lips look look'd lov'd love thee Love's lover maid MINSTREL BOY moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er O'Ruark once pleasure Red Branch remember roam rose round rove saint shade Shamrock shed shine sigh Sir William Jones sleep slumber smile song soon sorrow soul spirit star steal sweet tear tell thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro turn'd Twas tyrant warm weep where'er wild wind young
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Side 82 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 74 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop...
Side 17 - Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine ; In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine. Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for...
Side 62 - 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.
Side 15 - 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.
Side 95 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Side 77 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Side 38 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Side 22 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " 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...
Side 55 - OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.