Irish MelodiesJ. Power, 1821 - 259 sider |
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Side 11
... thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above , Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that ...
... thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above , Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ; But the next dearest blessing that ...
Side 21
... thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay , Like a dead , leafless branch in the summer's bright ray ; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain , It may smile in his light , but it blooms not again ! THE MEETING OF THE WATERS ...
... thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay , Like a dead , leafless branch in the summer's bright ray ; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain , It may smile in his light , but it blooms not again ! THE MEETING OF THE WATERS ...
Side 30
... Thoughts come , as pure as light , Pure as even you require ' ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . II . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When on its leaves - I - look , Dear thoughts of you ! Like you ...
... Thoughts come , as pure as light , Pure as even you require ' ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . II . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When on its leaves - I - look , Dear thoughts of you ! Like you ...
Side 31
... thoughts arise Tow'rds you and home ; Fancy may trace some line , Worthy those eyes to meet ; Thoughts that not burn , but shine Pure , calm and sweet ! IV . And , as the records are , Which wandering seamen keep , Led by their hidden ...
... thoughts arise Tow'rds you and home ; Fancy may trace some line , Worthy those eyes to meet ; Thoughts that not burn , but shine Pure , calm and sweet ! IV . And , as the records are , Which wandering seamen keep , Led by their hidden ...
Side 32
... thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . " In every house was one or two harps , free to all tra- vellers , who were the more caressed , the more they excelled in music . " O'HALLORAN . III . Keep this cup ...
... thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song . " In every house was one or two harps , free to all tra- vellers , who were the more caressed , the more they excelled in music . " O'HALLORAN . III . Keep this cup ...
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Side 12 - 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 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 44 - 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 70 - 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 ev'n more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED.
Side 91 - 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 22 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ! f Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still.
Side 122 - 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.
Side 10 - 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. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Side 162 - ... us ! And when, in other climes, we meet Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flowery, wild and sweet, And nought but love is wanting ; We think...
Side 149 - 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.