Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 sider |
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... lov'd by thee , Think of her who wove them , Her who made thee love them , Oh ! then remember me . When , around thee dying , Autumn leaves are lying , Oh ! then remember me ; And , at night , when gazing On the gay hearth blazing , Oh ...
... lov'd by thee , Think of her who wove them , Her who made thee love them , Oh ! then remember me . When , around thee dying , Autumn leaves are lying , Oh ! then remember me ; And , at night , when gazing On the gay hearth blazing , Oh ...
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... d by a tear , That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known , To which time will but make thee more dear ; No , the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets 38 IRISH MELODIES . Believe me, if all those endearing young charms.
... d by a tear , That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known , To which time will but make thee more dear ; No , the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets 38 IRISH MELODIES . Believe me, if all those endearing young charms.
Side 39
Thomas Moore. No , the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets , But as truly loves on to the close , As the sun - flower turns on her god when he sets The same look as she turn'd when he rose . ERIN , OH ERIN . Air- " Thamanna Hulla ...
Thomas Moore. No , the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets , But as truly loves on to the close , As the sun - flower turns on her god when he sets The same look as she turn'd when he rose . ERIN , OH ERIN . Air- " Thamanna Hulla ...
Side 54
... lov'd . But she lov'd him in vain , for he left her to weep , And in tears , all the night , her gold tresses to steep , Till Heaven look'd with pity on true love so warm , And chang'd to this soft Harp , the sea - maiden's form . Still ...
... lov'd . But she lov'd him in vain , for he left her to weep , And in tears , all the night , her gold tresses to steep , Till Heaven look'd with pity on true love so warm , And chang'd to this soft Harp , the sea - maiden's form . Still ...
Side 55
... joy so sweet , In all his noon of fame , As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul - felt flame , And , at every close , she blush'd to hear , The one lov'd name ! No - that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot Which first IRISH MELODIES . 55.
... joy so sweet , In all his noon of fame , As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul - felt flame , And , at every close , she blush'd to hear , The one lov'd name ! No - that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot Which first IRISH MELODIES . 55.
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Air-"The airs beam beautiful Bermuda bless bliss bloom bosom breath bright called calm charm cloud cold dark dear death dream Erin eyes faded fair fall Farewell fate feel flowers forget friends girl give glory gold gone green hand happy harp hath heart heaven heroes hope hour Ireland Irish isle keep LADY leave less light lips live look lost lov'd Love's lover maid meet Melodies morning nature ne'er never night Number o'er once pleasure pure remember rest rose round saint shade shed shine sigh sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit star sweet tear tell thee thine thou thought thro true truth turn Twas warm wave weep where'er wild wind wish woman young youth
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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.