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... sparkled o'er our way , Oh ! we shall journey on , love , More safely , without its ray . Far better lights shall win me , Along the path I've yet to roam , — The mind that burns within me , And pure smiles from thee at home . Thus ...
... sparkled o'er our way , Oh ! we shall journey on , love , More safely , without its ray . Far better lights shall win me , Along the path I've yet to roam , — The mind that burns within me , And pure smiles from thee at home . Thus ...
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... sparkled with pleasure so high , 1 Now tastes of the other , the dark - flowing urn ; Then , then is the moment affection can sway With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew ; Love , nursed among pleasures , is faithless as they , But ...
... sparkled with pleasure so high , 1 Now tastes of the other , the dark - flowing urn ; Then , then is the moment affection can sway With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew ; Love , nursed among pleasures , is faithless as they , But ...
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... sparkled for Helen , Her cup was a fiction , but this is reality . Never was philter form'd with such power To charm and bewilder as this we sre quaf fing ; Its magic began when , in Autumn's rich hour , As a harvest of gold in the ...
... sparkled for Helen , Her cup was a fiction , but this is reality . Never was philter form'd with such power To charm and bewilder as this we sre quaf fing ; Its magic began when , in Autumn's rich hour , As a harvest of gold in the ...
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... sparkled for Helen , Her cup was a fiction , but this is reality . And though , perhaps but breathe it to na one- --- Like cauldrons the witch brews at midnight sa awful , In secret this philter was first taught to flow on , Yet ...
... sparkled for Helen , Her cup was a fiction , but this is reality . And though , perhaps but breathe it to na one- --- Like cauldrons the witch brews at midnight sa awful , In secret this philter was first taught to flow on , Yet ...
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... sparkled for Helen , Her cup was a fiction , but this is reality . THE FORTUNE - TELLER : DOWN IN THE VALLEY COME MEET ME . AIR - Open the Dor softly Down in the valley come meet me to - night , And I'll tell you your fortune truly As ...
... sparkled for Helen , Her cup was a fiction , but this is reality . THE FORTUNE - TELLER : DOWN IN THE VALLEY COME MEET ME . AIR - Open the Dor softly Down in the valley come meet me to - night , And I'll tell you your fortune truly As ...
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Irish Melodies, Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies (1822) Thomas Moore No preview available - 2009 |
Irish Melodies Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies Thomas Moore No preview available - 2016 |
Irish Melodies, Complete: To Which Are Added National Melodies (1822) Thomas Moore No preview available - 2009 |
Common terms and phrases
AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom breath bright bumper fair calm CASTANET chain charm cloud cold crown'd dark DAYLIGHT DIES Dear love death deep dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gold gone grave grief harp heart Heaven hope hour Ireland 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 remember rose round Senanus shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sunny sweet sword tears tell there's thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wherever wild wind young youth
Popular passages
Page 6 - WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd...
Page 6 - 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.
Page 81 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. 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. So soon may...
Page 116 - 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...
Page 67 - 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 109 - Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame, I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart : I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Page 16 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 8 - 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. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that...
Page 106 - And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me, But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turned away O ! winds could not outrun me.
Page 84 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell ! — but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ; The harp he lov-ed ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No 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...