The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Bind 41823 |
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Side v
... round the wine , and leave points of be- lief • Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms 252335DGG ZEG 37 39 40 43 • 44 46 No. III . Advertisement Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of.
... round the wine , and leave points of be- lief • Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms 252335DGG ZEG 37 39 40 43 • 44 46 No. III . Advertisement Letter to the Marchioness Dowager of.
Side vii
... those smiling eyes . If thou❜lt be mine , the treasures of air To ladies ' eyes a round , boy . Forget not the field where they perish'd • • 185 · 187 188 • 190 192 Page They may rail at this life - from the CONTENTS . vii.
... those smiling eyes . If thou❜lt be mine , the treasures of air To ladies ' eyes a round , boy . Forget not the field where they perish'd • • 185 · 187 188 • 190 192 Page They may rail at this life - from the CONTENTS . vii.
Side viii
... round the sun How sweet the answer Echo makes Oh , banquet not in those shining bowers The dawning of morn , the daylight's sinking · • 195 199 201 • 202 " 204 206 • · 208 · 209 . 212 . 213 . 214 Shall the harp then be silent , when he ...
... round the sun How sweet the answer Echo makes Oh , banquet not in those shining bowers The dawning of morn , the daylight's sinking · • 195 199 201 • 202 " 204 206 • · 208 · 209 . 212 . 213 . 214 Shall the harp then be silent , when he ...
Side 19
... round the bowl , and be happy awhile ; May we never meet worse in our pilgrimage here , Than the tear that enjoyment can gild with a smile , And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear . II . The thread of our life would be dark ...
... round the bowl , and be happy awhile ; May we never meet worse in our pilgrimage here , Than the tear that enjoyment can gild with a smile , And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear . II . The thread of our life would be dark ...
Side 22
... " IV . On she went , and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the green isle . And blest for ever is she who relied Upon ERIN's honour and ERIN's pride ! AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY 22 IRISH MELODIES .
... " IV . On she went , and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the green isle . And blest for ever is she who relied Upon ERIN's honour and ERIN's pride ! AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY 22 IRISH MELODIES .
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adorns AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers bowl breath Brien bright calm chain charm choly CICERO clouds cold dark daylight dies dear death dream earth ERIN ERIN's EVELEEN'S eyes fade fair fame farewell feel flowers FOLLY forget friends gleam gloom glory gondolier gone grave harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle leaves light lips Lough Neagh Love's lovers maiden maids melan moon morning Music of Ireland ne'er never night NUMBER o'er once pleasure pleasure's Rathdrum Red Branch remember river Shannon rivers Avon roam round saint SENANUS shade Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star sweet tear thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought to-night turn'd Twas wake warm waves weep wherever wild woman young youth
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Side 16 - 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 143 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 138 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell ! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ; The harp he lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Side 135 - 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.
Side 43 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Side 166 - Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Side 88 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Side 173 - Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
Side 111 - 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 168 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.