The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Bind 3G. Smith, 1825 - 6 sider |
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... lord ! " he exclaimed , in his he and she tones , " Help me out - help me out - I have broken my bones ! " " Help you out ! " said a Paddy who pass'd " what a bother ! Why , there's two of you there ; can't you help one another ? " Oh ...
... lord ! " he exclaimed , in his he and she tones , " Help me out - help me out - I have broken my bones ! " " Help you out ! " said a Paddy who pass'd " what a bother ! Why , there's two of you there ; can't you help one another ? " Oh ...
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... Lord JOHN RUSSELL , in which he had intimated some idea of giving up all political pursuits . WHAT ! thou , with thy genius , thy youth and thy fame ; Thou ! born of a RUSSELL , whose instinct to run The accustom'd career of thy sires ...
... Lord JOHN RUSSELL , in which he had intimated some idea of giving up all political pursuits . WHAT ! thou , with thy genius , thy youth and thy fame ; Thou ! born of a RUSSELL , whose instinct to run The accustom'd career of thy sires ...
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... Lord , lift thou up the light of thy counte- rance upon us . The Great Dismal Swamp is ten or twelve miles distant from Norfolk , and the lake in the middle of it , ( about seven miles long , ) is called Drummond's Pond . " And her fire ...
... Lord , lift thou up the light of thy counte- rance upon us . The Great Dismal Swamp is ten or twelve miles distant from Norfolk , and the lake in the middle of it , ( about seven miles long , ) is called Drummond's Pond . " And her fire ...
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... long has slept in blame . And when they tread the ruin'd Isle , Where rest alike the lord and slave ; They'll wondering ask how hands so vile , Could conquer hearts so brave . Are Erin's sons so good or so cold , As MELODIES . 109.
... long has slept in blame . And when they tread the ruin'd Isle , Where rest alike the lord and slave ; They'll wondering ask how hands so vile , Could conquer hearts so brave . Are Erin's sons so good or so cold , As MELODIES . 109.
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... Lord Nelson before , is the title given to a celebrated Irish hero , in a poem by O'Gnive , the bard of O'Nial , which is quoted in the Philosophical Survey of the south of Ireland , " p . 433. " Con , of the hun- dred fights , sleep in ...
... Lord Nelson before , is the title given to a celebrated Irish hero , in a poem by O'Gnive , the bard of O'Nial , which is quoted in the Philosophical Survey of the south of Ireland , " p . 433. " Con , of the hun- dred fights , sleep in ...
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battle of Clontarf beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower bowl breath breath'd bright brow calm chain charm cloud cold dark daylight dies dear dearest death Dismal Swamp dream e'en e'er earth Erin ev'ry eyes fade fair fame Farewell feel flame flowers Glendalough glory glowing harp hath heart heaven Hero's heart hope hour Ireland Irish Irish poetry isle Kilkenny kiss leaves Lesbia light lips live look'd looks lov'd Love's lover lute maid Merrily oh moonlight morning ne'er never night o'er once Planxty Red Branch remember roses round scribble-hy shade shed shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit star steal sweet tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Voice wander warm wave weep wild wind wings young youth
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Side 100 - 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 243 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Side 90 - 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 77 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Side 98 - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
Side 101 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Side 83 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Side 259 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Side 102 - 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...
Side 174 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.