Irish Melodies: National Airs, Ballads, Songs, EtcCollins & Payn., 1828 - 210 Seiten |
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... lip the sigh . 210 • Here , take my heart . 211 · 177 Oh ! call it . • • 178 Poor wounded heart . • • 212 • • 213 214 · · 215 • • • The East Indian . 179 Pale broken flower . The pretty - rose tree . Shine out , stars . The young ...
... lip the sigh . 210 • Here , take my heart . 211 · 177 Oh ! call it . • • 178 Poor wounded heart . • • 212 • • 213 214 · · 215 • • • The East Indian . 179 Pale broken flower . The pretty - rose tree . Shine out , stars . The young ...
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... lip , called Crommeal . On this occasion a song was written by one of our bards , in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin ( or the youth with the flow- ing locks ) , to all strangers ( by which the ...
... lip , called Crommeal . On this occasion a song was written by one of our bards , in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin ( or the youth with the flow- ing locks ) , to all strangers ( by which the ...
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... lips that beauty hath seldom blest ! But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Then , then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED . AIR ...
... lips that beauty hath seldom blest ! But when some warm devoted lover To her he adores shall bathe its brim , Then , then my spirit around shall hover , And hallow each drop that foams for him . HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED . AIR ...
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... lip , which now breathes but the song of desire , Might have pour'd the full tide of a patriot's heart ! II . But alas ! for his country - her pride is gone by , And that spirit is broken which never would bend ; O'er the ruin her ...
... lip , which now breathes but the song of desire , Might have pour'd the full tide of a patriot's heart ! II . But alas ! for his country - her pride is gone by , And that spirit is broken which never would bend ; O'er the ruin her ...
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... lips we love , We have but to make love to the lips we are near ! * * I believe it is Marmontel , who says " Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime , il faut aimer ce que l'on a . " - There are so many matter - of - fact people , who take ...
... lips we love , We have but to make love to the lips we are near ! * * I believe it is Marmontel , who says " Quand on n'a pas ce que l'on aime , il faut aimer ce que l'on a . " - There are so many matter - of - fact people , who take ...
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AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bloom blushes bosom bowers breath bright BROKEN FLOWER brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death Derry dream earth ERIN ERIN's eyes fade fair Fanny farewell feel flowers friends gloomy glory gondolier harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle LESBIA light Lillibullero lips look look'd Lord lost Love's lover lute maid moon morning mountains ne'er never night NORA CREINA Number o'er once pleasure pleasure's remember river Shannon roam rose Rose-tree round saint shade Shamrock shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit Sprite star steal sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro treach turn'd Twas wake warm wave weep wild wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 167 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Seite 121 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Seite 17 - 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.
Seite 76 - 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...
Seite 153 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Seite 170 - Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD'S name saying — " Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.
Seite 156 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Seite 160 - Praise to the CONQUEROR, praise to the LORD, • His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword ! Who shall return to tell Egypt the story • Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride...
Seite 26 - 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...