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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... dwell in holiest bowers , “ Where angels of light o'er our orisons bend ; " Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers " To Heaven in mingled odor ascend . " Do not disturb our calm , O Love ! " So like is thy form to the cherubs ...
... dwell in holiest bowers , “ Where angels of light o'er our orisons bend ; " Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers " To Heaven in mingled odor ascend . " Do not disturb our calm , O Love ! " So like is thy form to the cherubs ...
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... dwell In memory's dream that sunny smile Which o'er thee on that evening fell , When first I saw thy fairy isle . " T was light , indeed , too blest for one Who had to turn to paths of care Through crowded haunts again to run , And ...
... dwell In memory's dream that sunny smile Which o'er thee on that evening fell , When first I saw thy fairy isle . " T was light , indeed , too blest for one Who had to turn to paths of care Through crowded haunts again to run , And ...
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... Dwell in a land serene , - Whose bowers beyond the shining wave , At sunset , oft are seen . * « The inhabitants of Arranmore are still persuaded that , in a clear day , they can see from this coast Hy Brysail , or the Enchan- ted ...
... Dwell in a land serene , - Whose bowers beyond the shining wave , At sunset , oft are seen . * « The inhabitants of Arranmore are still persuaded that , in a clear day , they can see from this coast Hy Brysail , or the Enchan- ted ...
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... dwell a pilgrim here , Thy voice is music , thy smile is love , And pity's soul is in thy tear ! When on the shrine of God were laid First - fruits of all most good and fair , That ever bloom'd in Eden's shade , Thine was the holiest ...
... dwell a pilgrim here , Thy voice is music , thy smile is love , And pity's soul is in thy tear ! When on the shrine of God were laid First - fruits of all most good and fair , That ever bloom'd in Eden's shade , Thine was the holiest ...
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Arranmore Babylon bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty blest bliss bloom bowers breath bright brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death dream dwell earth Edward Hudson Emmet Erin Erin's eyes fade fair fame feel flowers Freedom friends Glendalough gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish Irish Harp ISAIAH lx isle Killarney leave LESBIA life's light lips look look'd Lord Lord Edward Fitzgerald lov'd morning Mountain Sprite mournful ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er once pleasure pleasure's remember Robert Emmet round shame Shamrock shed shine sigh silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal sunny sunshine sweet sword Tarshish tears thee thine thou art thought thro turn'd Twas voice warm wave weep where'er wing young youth
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Page 58 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 6 - 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.
Page 25 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, 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.
Page 47 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah '. little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
Page 11 - 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 her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Page 148 - THIS world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even; And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing calm...
Page 104 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light ! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, — in youth sincere And only then, The sigh that 's breathed for one to hear— Is by that one, that only Dear Breathed back again.
Page 168 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary ; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Page 60 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Page 167 - Lift up thine eyes round about, and see : all they gather themselves together, they come to thee : thy sons shall come from far, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side.