Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 sider |
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Side 19
... happy a while ; May we never meet worse in our pilgrimage herc , Than the tear that enjoyment can gild with a smile , And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear . The thread of our life would be dark , heaven knows ! If it were ...
... happy a while ; May we never meet worse in our pilgrimage herc , Than the tear that enjoyment can gild with a smile , And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear . The thread of our life would be dark , heaven knows ! If it were ...
Side 20
... happy indeed , if ' twas never deceiv'd . But send round the bowl , while a relic of truth Is in man or in woman , this pray'r shall be mine : That the sunshine of love may illumine our youth , And the moonlight of friendship console ...
... happy indeed , if ' twas never deceiv'd . But send round the bowl , while a relic of truth Is in man or in woman , this pray'r shall be mine : That the sunshine of love may illumine our youth , And the moonlight of friendship console ...
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... Happy is he o'er whose decline The smiles of home may soothing shine , And light him down the steep of years- But oh ! how blest they sink to rest , Who close their eyes on victory's breast ! O'er his watch - fire's fading embers Now ...
... Happy is he o'er whose decline The smiles of home may soothing shine , And light him down the steep of years- But oh ! how blest they sink to rest , Who close their eyes on victory's breast ! O'er his watch - fire's fading embers Now ...
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... happy , and heads ever wise , Be ours the light Grief that is sister to Joy , And the short brilliant Folly that flashes and dies ! of W Banks & Son , Edin OR THE SHAMROCK 70 IRISH MELODIES . This life is all chequer'd with pleasures ...
... happy , and heads ever wise , Be ours the light Grief that is sister to Joy , And the short brilliant Folly that flashes and dies ! of W Banks & Son , Edin OR THE SHAMROCK 70 IRISH MELODIES . This life is all chequer'd with pleasures ...
Side 73
... happy live in all manner of liberty , in delightful fields ; and that it is those souls , repeating the words we utter , which we call echo . " ' TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER . Air- " IRISH MELODIES . 13 73 At the mid hour of night.
... happy live in all manner of liberty , in delightful fields ; and that it is those souls , repeating the words we utter , which we call echo . " ' TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER . Air- " IRISH MELODIES . 13 73 At the mid hour of night.
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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.