Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 12
Side x
... sounds the castanet 249 Love is a hunter - boy 251 Come chace that starting tear away Whisp'rings heard by wakeful maids Hear me but once , while o'er thy grave 252 254 255 IRISH MELODIES . GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE . AIR X CONTENTS .
... sounds the castanet 249 Love is a hunter - boy 251 Come chace that starting tear away Whisp'rings heard by wakeful maids Hear me but once , while o'er thy grave 252 254 255 IRISH MELODIES . GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE . AIR X CONTENTS .
Side 6
... sound man . ” --- " Between seven and eight hundred wounded men , " adds O'Halloran , " pale , ema- ciated , and supported in this manner , appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops ! --- Never was such another sight ex- hibited ...
... sound man . ” --- " Between seven and eight hundred wounded men , " adds O'Halloran , " pale , ema- ciated , and supported in this manner , appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops ! --- Never was such another sight ex- hibited ...
Side 41
... sound of the mass - bell was to be the signal of her release . - I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from the Irish , which were begun under the direction of that enlightened friend of Ire- land , the late ...
... sound of the mass - bell was to be the signal of her release . - I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from the Irish , which were begun under the direction of that enlightened friend of Ire- land , the late ...
Side 64
... In slumber cold at night shall lie , Nor waken ev'n at Victory's sound : But , oh ! how blest that hero's sleep , O'er whom a wondering world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE . NIGHT CLOSED AROUND THE CONQUEROR'S WAY 64 IRISH MELODIES .
... In slumber cold at night shall lie , Nor waken ev'n at Victory's sound : But , oh ! how blest that hero's sleep , O'er whom a wondering world shall weep ! AFTER THE BATTLE . NIGHT CLOSED AROUND THE CONQUEROR'S WAY 64 IRISH MELODIES .
Side 116
... 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 . " THE SONG OF O'RUARK , PRINCE OF BREFFNI ' . 116 IRISH MELODIES . The Minstrel-boy to the war is ...
... 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 . " THE SONG OF O'RUARK , PRINCE OF BREFFNI ' . 116 IRISH MELODIES . The Minstrel-boy to the war is ...
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
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
Populære passager
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...