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... , heedless hours ! Joys of wine and fond desire , ' Bide with me on beds of flow'rs , While gay muses tune my lyre ; That my lively strain may prove Pleasing to the fair I love ! H Nature , though the rose's bloom O'er my cheek she 49.
... , heedless hours ! Joys of wine and fond desire , ' Bide with me on beds of flow'rs , While gay muses tune my lyre ; That my lively strain may prove Pleasing to the fair I love ! H Nature , though the rose's bloom O'er my cheek she 49.
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... simple ditty : " O fortune's fav'rites , great and good , " Afford a helpless orphan food ; " For Christmas comes but once a year , " And when it comes it brings good cheer . " HAVE GARNYVILLO . TUNE- " Roy's Wife . " AVE 65.
... simple ditty : " O fortune's fav'rites , great and good , " Afford a helpless orphan food ; " For Christmas comes but once a year , " And when it comes it brings good cheer . " HAVE GARNYVILLO . TUNE- " Roy's Wife . " AVE 65.
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Edward Lysaght. HAVE GARNYVILLO . TUNE- " Roy's Wife . " AVE you been at Garnyvillo ? Have you seen at Garnyvillo Beauty's train trip o'er the plain With lovely Kate of Garnyvillo ? Oh ! she's pure as virgin snows , Ere they light on ...
Edward Lysaght. HAVE GARNYVILLO . TUNE- " Roy's Wife . " AVE you been at Garnyvillo ? Have you seen at Garnyvillo Beauty's train trip o'er the plain With lovely Kate of Garnyvillo ? Oh ! she's pure as virgin snows , Ere they light on ...
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... mind may he grow : Heaven bless you again ! —my . express is haste : I dread my sad scrawling can scarcely be trac❜d- : Like my faults , let this be by your kindness effac❜d . THE MAID OF MERRION . TUNE " The Maid of 71.
... mind may he grow : Heaven bless you again ! —my . express is haste : I dread my sad scrawling can scarcely be trac❜d- : Like my faults , let this be by your kindness effac❜d . THE MAID OF MERRION . TUNE " The Maid of 71.
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Edward Lysaght. THE MAID OF MERRION . TUNE " The Maid of Lodi . " THERE dwells , near Dublin city , Where Merrion bounds the sea , A nymph divinely pretty , Deck'd by the graces three : Her flowing locks are jetty , Her eyes , so bright ...
Edward Lysaght. THE MAID OF MERRION . TUNE " The Maid of Lodi . " THERE dwells , near Dublin city , Where Merrion bounds the sea , A nymph divinely pretty , Deck'd by the graces three : Her flowing locks are jetty , Her eyes , so bright ...
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12 Copies ADIEU ANACREONTIC bless bliss bright Captain CARRIGMANNON cheer Christmas Ditty coalition corn of Egypt County Clare County Cork Crawford Creagh delight Dublin Editor EDWARD LYSAGHT Ennis Erin ev'ry fancy fav'rite feel Fitzgerald flow flow'rs friends genius gentle Bessy George Give Pitt grace Grattan and Freedom heart heaven invite to love Irish Volunteers James John JOHN BULL Joseph Kate of Garnyvillo Kean Lady leaving Fort-William life's Limerick LINES Written Lord lovely Kate Mahon maid MARIA Maria's sweeter notes married to-morrow mind mirth Miss Owenson muses n-Garnabile n-Gawrnavillé O'Brien O'Callaghan O'Connell o'er Patrick poems poetic Ptolemies raiv thoo Reverend Richard Robert Ryan Sadlier Sappho of famed seraphs sigh sing smile soft song soul Stackpole Staunton Sweet Chloe sweeter notes excel talent tear Thomas thro Tipperary Trinity College TUNE van of Irish verse warbling Wexford Who'd William
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Page 18 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 95 - OW justly alarmed is each Dublin cit That he'll soon be transformed to a clown, sir ! By a magical move of that conjuror Pitt...
Page 33 - SWEET Chloe advised me, in accents divine, The joys of the bowl to surrender ; Nor lose, in the turbid excesses of wine, Delights more ecstatic and tender ; She bade me no longer in vineyards to bask, Or stagger, at orgies, the dupe of a flask, For the sigh of a sot's but the scent of the cask, And a bubble the bliss of the bottle. To a soul that's exhausted, or sterile, or dry, The juice of the grape may be wanted ; But mine is reviv'd by a love-beaming eye, And with fancy's gay flow'rets enchanted.
Page 66 - Philomel, I've listened oft To thy lay, nigh weeping willow ; Oh, the strain's more sweet, more soft, That flows from Kate of Garnavilla ! Have you been, &c. As a noble ship I've seen Sailing o'er the swelling billow, So I've marked the graceful mien Of lovely Kate of Garnavilla. Have you been, &c. If poets...
Page 39 - The lamp of life is soon burnt out ; Then who'd for riches make a rout, Except a doating blockhead ? When Charon takes 'em both aboard, Of equal worth's the miser's hoard And spendthrift's empty pocket. In such a scurvy world as this We must not hope for perfect bliss, And length of life together ; We have no moral liberty At will to live, at will to die, In fair or stormy weather.
Page 96 - By St. Patrick, they'll graze there alive, sir ! Give Pitt, &c. In the Parliament House, quite alive, shall there be All the vermin the island e'er gathers ; Full of rooks, as before, Daly's club-house you'll see, But the pigeons won't have any feathers. Give Pitt, &c. Our Custom House quay, full of weeds, oh, rare sport ! But the Ministers...
Page 66 - Oh ! she's pure as virgin snows Ere they light on woodland hill-O ; Sweet as dew-drop on wild rose Is lovely Kate of Garnavilla ! Philomel...
Page 88 - To serve us still, with might and skill, the vet'ran now appears, That gallant man who led the van of Irish Volunteers. He sows no vile dissensions ; good-will to all he bears; He knows no vain pretensions, no paltry fears or cares; To Erin's and to Britain's sons, his worth his name endears ; They love the man who led the van of Irish Volunteers.
Page 87 - THE gen'rous sons of Erin, in manly virtue bold, With hearts and hands preparing our country to uphold, Tho' cruel knaves and bigot slaves disturbed our isle some years, Now hail the man who led the van of Irish Volunteers. Just thirty years are ending since first his glorious aid, Our sacred rights defending, struck shackles from our trade ; To serve us still, with might and skill, the vet'ran now appears, That gallant man who led the van of Irish Volunteers. He...
Page 96 - Courts may thrive, Sir ! Your markets again shall with muttons be fill'd — By St. Patrick ! they'll graze there alive, Sir ! Give Pitt, &c. " In the Parliament House, quite alive, shall there be All the vermin the island e'er gathers ; Full of rooks, as before, Daly's Club-house you'll see, But the pigeons won't have any feathers. Give Pitt, &c. " Our Custom House quay full of weeds, oh ! rare sport! But the...