The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics, Bind 2Charles Welsh Dodge Publishing Company, 1907 |
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Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
Ballinasloe ban beag ban mo beauty Bellewstown blue bosom boys brave breast breath Brian O'Linn bright Charles Gavan Duffy charming Christ Connacht cuckoo dark Rosaleen dawn dead dear deep dreams dubh earth Erin eyes Fair Hills fairy flowers Garryowen Glandore glory God save Ireland gold golden gone grave gray green hand harp hath hear heart heaven Hills of Eiré hope hurroo Inver Irish Kathleen King Kinkora kiss land light lips live lonely Machree maid maiden morning mother Mullaghmast ne'er never night o'er Old Ireland poor River Lee rose round sail Says the Shan Shan Van Vocht shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou Tipperary tree Turloughmore Twas voice wave weary weep Whitley Stokes wild wind young
Populære passager
Side 247 - Of the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities. And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.
Side 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Side 514 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 511 - And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say, What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! III.
Side 162 - 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 ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Side 443 - SOME murmur, when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue : And some with thankful love are filled If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night.
Side 162 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
Side 494 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail, — its date is brief, Restless, and soon to pass away ! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade. The winds bewail the leafless tree, — But none shall breathe a sigh for me I My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand ; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand...
Side 154 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Side 93 - Of thy belfry, knelling Its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole...