Irish melodies, songs, and poemsMilner and Sowerby, 1859 - 190 sider |
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... o'er the face of the waters The Meeting of the Waters ... St. Senanus and the Lady How dear to me the hour ... Take back the virgin page The Legacy PAGE 11 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 . 27 V The Dirge ....... We may roam ...
... o'er the face of the waters The Meeting of the Waters ... St. Senanus and the Lady How dear to me the hour ... Take back the virgin page The Legacy PAGE 11 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 . 27 V The Dirge ....... We may roam ...
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... o'er the sea 85 Has sorrow thy young days shaded ? 87 No , not more welcome the fairy numbers 88 When first I met thee 89 While history's muse the memorial was keeping ...... 91 The time I've lost in wooing 92 Oh ! where's the slave 94 ...
... o'er the sea 85 Has sorrow thy young days shaded ? 87 No , not more welcome the fairy numbers 88 When first I met thee 89 While history's muse the memorial was keeping ...... 91 The time I've lost in wooing 92 Oh ! where's the slave 94 ...
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... o'er ; Though lost to Mononia , † and cold in the grave , He returns to Kinkorat no more ! That star of the field , which so often has pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword , To light us ...
... o'er ; Though lost to Mononia , † and cold in the grave , He returns to Kinkorat no more ! That star of the field , which so often has pour'd Its beam on the battle , is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword , To light us ...
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... 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 night , Its tale of ruin tells . ported in this manner ...
... 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 night , Its tale of ruin tells . ported in this manner ...
Side 16
... 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 green in our souls ...
... 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 green in our souls ...
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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.