Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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Side vii
... the bright lamp that lay on Kildare's holy shrine Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh Oh ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers . .... 50 52 54 While gazing on the Moon's light .... 58 When day CONTENTS .
... the bright lamp that lay on Kildare's holy shrine Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh Oh ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers . .... 50 52 54 While gazing on the Moon's light .... 58 When day CONTENTS .
Side viii
... bowers 101 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes ..... 103 Through Erin's isle .... 105 At the mid hour of night , when stars are weeping , I fly 108 One bumper at parting ! though many . 110 ' Tis the last rose of summer ...
... bowers 101 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes ..... 103 Through Erin's isle .... 105 At the mid hour of night , when stars are weeping , I fly 108 One bumper at parting ! though many . 110 ' Tis the last rose of summer ...
Side x
... bowers ........ The dawning of morn , the day - light's sinking .. 200 .... 202 ........ 203 Shall the Harp then be silent , when he , who first gave 205 Oh , the sight entrancing 210 NATIONAL MELODIES . A " Temple to Friendship ...
... bowers ........ The dawning of morn , the day - light's sinking .. 200 .... 202 ........ 203 Shall the Harp then be silent , when he , who first gave 205 Oh , the sight entrancing 210 NATIONAL MELODIES . A " Temple to Friendship ...
Side 35
... 'd , Through this world whether eastward or west- ward you roam , When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round , Oh ! remember the smile which adorns her at home . EVELEEN'S BOWER . OH ! WEEP FOR THE HOUR . IRISH MELODIES . 35.
... 'd , Through this world whether eastward or west- ward you roam , When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round , Oh ! remember the smile which adorns her at home . EVELEEN'S BOWER . OH ! WEEP FOR THE HOUR . IRISH MELODIES . 35.
Side 36
Thomas Moore. EVELEEN'S BOWER . OH ! WEEP FOR THE HOUR . AIR - Unknown1 . OH ! weep for the hour , When to Eveleen's bower , The Lord of the Valley with false vows came , The Moon hid her light From the Heavens that night , And wept ...
Thomas Moore. EVELEEN'S BOWER . OH ! WEEP FOR THE HOUR . AIR - Unknown1 . OH ! weep for the hour , When to Eveleen's bower , The Lord of the Valley with false vows came , The Moon hid her light From the Heavens that night , And wept ...
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright bumper fair calm CARPENTER STREET CASTANET chain charm cloud cold dark Dear love death dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gone grave grief harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish isle Killarney lake leaves LESBIA light lips live look'd looks Love's lute maid maiden Minstrel moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er the sea once pleasure pleasure's Red Branch remember rose round shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sweet sword tear tell thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wild wind young youth
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Side 11 - 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 ! n.
Side 153 - 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.
Side 49 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Side 48 - Thou wouldst still be ador'd, 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 85 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Side 158 - 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 ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Side 88 - Seem'd worthless in thine own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love. We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary !' BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
Side 147 - 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 14 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Side 218 - ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest Stars that shine and fall ; — The flower that drops in springing ; , These, alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest...