Irish melodiesLongman, Brown, Green, Longmans&Roberts, 1858 - 165 pages |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... , in the county of Wicklow ; and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot , in the summer of the year 1807 . . † The rivers Avon and Avoca . scene Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er IRISH MELODIES . 11.
... , in the county of Wicklow ; and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot , in the summer of the year 1807 . . † The rivers Avon and Avoca . scene Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er IRISH MELODIES . 11.
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Thomas Moore. scene Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the 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 . ' Twas that friends , the ...
Thomas Moore. scene Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the 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 . ' Twas that friends , the ...
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... here . Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow , To sully a heart so brilliant and light ; But balmy drops of the red grape borrow , To bathe the relic from morn till night . When the light of my song is o'er , Then IRISH MELODIES . 15.
... here . Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow , To sully a heart so brilliant and light ; But balmy drops of the red grape borrow , To bathe the relic from morn till night . When the light of my song is o'er , Then IRISH MELODIES . 15.
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airs Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam beautiful bliss bloom bosom bowers brave breath bright chain charm cold dark dear death dream earth Edward Hudson Emmet Erin Erin's ev'n eyes fade fair fame feel flowers friends gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven honour hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish Harp Irish Melodies Irish Poetry isle John Stevenson Killarney leave light lips look look'd Lord Lord Edward Fitzgerald lov'd Love's minstrels morning Mountain Sprite Music of Ireland ne'er never night Nora Creina Number o'er once pleasure pleasure's proud remember Robert Emmet round shame Shamrock shed shine sigh silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal sunny sunshine sweet sword tears thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought thro turn'd Twas voice wak'd wave weep where'er wild young youth