Irish melodiesLongman, Brown, Green, Longmans&Roberts, 1858 - 165 pages |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more , I will fly with my Coulin , and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . * And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy ...
... Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more , I will fly with my Coulin , and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind . * And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy ...
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... Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . ST . SENANUS AND THE LADY . ST . SENANUS . * " OH ! haste and leave this sacred isle , 66 Unholy bark , ere morning ...
... Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . ST . SENANUS AND THE LADY . ST . SENANUS . * " OH ! haste and leave this sacred isle , 66 Unholy bark , ere morning ...
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Thomas Moore. When the light of my song is o'er , Then take my harp to your ancient hall lang it up at that friendly door , Where weary travellers love to call . * Then if some bard , who roams forsaken , Revive its soft note in passing ...
Thomas Moore. When the light of my song is o'er , Then take my harp to your ancient hall lang it up at that friendly door , Where weary travellers love to call . * Then if some bard , who roams forsaken , Revive its soft note in passing ...
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... Where Pleasure lies , carelessly smiling at Fame ; He was born for much more , and in happier hours His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame . The string , that now languishes loose o'er the lyre , Might have bent a proud bow to ...
... Where Pleasure lies , carelessly smiling at Fame ; He was born for much more , and in happier hours His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame . The string , that now languishes loose o'er the lyre , Might have bent a proud bow to ...
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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