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... sounds the Harp " PAGE 326 327 327 328 IRISH MELODIES— Prefatory Letter on Music 329 " Go where glory waits thee " 334 War Song . " Remember the glories of Brien the Brave " 335 " Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eyes " 335 " Oh ...
... sounds the Harp " PAGE 326 327 327 328 IRISH MELODIES— Prefatory Letter on Music 329 " Go where glory waits thee " 334 War Song . " Remember the glories of Brien the Brave " 335 " Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eyes " 335 " Oh ...
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... Sound the loud timbrel " 389 " Go , let me weep " 390 " Come not , O Lord " 391 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears 391 1 . " As down in the sunless retreats 392 " " ' But who shall see 392 Cl Almighty God " 393 " Oh think when a hero is ...
... Sound the loud timbrel " 389 " Go , let me weep " 390 " Come not , O Lord " 391 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears 391 1 . " As down in the sunless retreats 392 " " ' But who shall see 392 Cl Almighty God " 393 " Oh think when a hero is ...
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... sound Moore is as decisively destitute as any correct versifier can well be . No clearer proof of the in- capacity of the mass of critics and readers to appreciate the calibre of poetical work in point of musical and general execution ...
... sound Moore is as decisively destitute as any correct versifier can well be . No clearer proof of the in- capacity of the mass of critics and readers to appreciate the calibre of poetical work in point of musical and general execution ...
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... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " Azim is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared ...
... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " Azim is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared ...
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... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
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Page 328 - 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 still...
Page 372 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Page 345 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Page 56 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall : Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of Heaven is worth them all...
Page 299 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Page 57 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Page 27 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 373 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
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Page 374 - Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.