Moore's Irish MelodiesAddison, Hollier and Lucas, 1859 - 233 sider |
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... weeping Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin . . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms 、 By that lake , whose gloomy shore 115 I'd mourn the hopes that leave me 142 104 I saw from the beach when the morning was ...
... weeping Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin . . Believe me , if all those endearing young charms 、 By that lake , whose gloomy shore 115 I'd mourn the hopes that leave me 142 104 I saw from the beach when the morning was ...
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... Weep on , weep on ! your hour is passed 9 % Silent , O Moyle , be the roar of thy water \ Sing - sing - music was given 49 What life like that of the bard can be 162 28 What the bee is to the flowret J 145 Sing , sweet harp , oh sing to ...
... Weep on , weep on ! your hour is passed 9 % Silent , O Moyle , be the roar of thy water \ Sing - sing - music was given 49 What life like that of the bard can be 162 28 What the bee is to the flowret J 145 Sing , sweet harp , oh sing to ...
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... Weep while they rise ! Erin , thy silent tear never shall cease , Erin , thy languid smile ne'er shall increase Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form , in Heaven's sight , One arch of peace ! ingly . T IS ...
... Weep while they rise ! Erin , thy silent tear never shall cease , Erin , thy languid smile ne'er shall increase Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form , in Heaven's sight , One arch of peace ! ingly . T IS ...
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... weeps , Shall bright · en with · ver dure the grave where he sleeps ; And the b tear that we shed , tho ' in se -cret it rolls , Shall long keep his me · mo- ry green in our souls . Slow and with feeling . C he P WHEN HE B 2 9.
... weeps , Shall bright · en with · ver dure the grave where he sleeps ; And the b tear that we shed , tho ' in se -cret it rolls , Shall long keep his me · mo- ry green in our souls . Slow and with feeling . C he P WHEN HE B 2 9.
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... . tr who · a dores thee has left but the name Of his fault and his sor · row be - hind , Oh ! say , wilt thou weep when they dark - en the fame Of a life that for thee was re 费 WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE . espress . for. 10.
... . tr who · a dores thee has left but the name Of his fault and his sor · row be - hind , Oh ! say , wilt thou weep when they dark - en the fame Of a life that for thee was re 费 WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE . espress . for. 10.
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Moore's Irish Melodies: With Symphonies and Accompaniments Thomas Moore,Sir John Stevenson Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1852 |
Moore's Irish Melodies: With Symphonies and Accompaniments Sir John Andrew Stevenson,Henry Rowley Bishop Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1981 |
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2ND VERSE ad lib AIR-THE ancholy ARRANMORE Bard beam blest bliss bloom bower breath bright brow calm chain charm clouds cold dark dear death dream earth Erin ERSE espress ev'n Ev'ry eyes fair fame feeling flowers gaze glory gold gone grave green Harp hath he-ro heart Heav'n hope hour isle la chi leave legati lence lentando LESBIA light lips live lone look look'd mf cres MINSTREL BOY morendo morn Mountain Sprite ne'er night o'er once rallentando rf rf rf roam round rove Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sing sleep sleeps at last smil smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star sweet sword tears tempo thee thine thou thro turn'd voice waked wave weep where'er young youth
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Side 99 - 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 131 - 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 175 - That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine...
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 45 - 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 79 - 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 25 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Side 216 - But, on the world's rude ocean tost, Dream of thee sometimes, as a home Of sunshine he had seen and lost. Far better in thy weeping hours To part from thee, as I do now, When mist is o'er thy blooming bowers, Like sorrow's veil on beauty's brow. For, though...
Side 19 - Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, " No son of Erin will offer me harm :— " For though they love woman and golden store, " Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more...
Side 3 - Oh ! then remember me. When, around thee dying, Autumn leaves are lying, Oh ! then remember me. And, at night, when gazing, On the gay hearth blazing, Oh ! still remember me. Then, should music, stealing All the soul of feeling, To thy heart appealing, Draw one tear from thee ; Then let memory bring thee Strains I used to sing thee, — Oh ! then remember me.