The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Volume 41823 |
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... gold hair , as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy soft harp , as wildly it breathes ; Nor dread that the cold - hearted Saxon will tear One chord from that harp , or one lock from that hair . * * “ In the twenty - eighth year of ...
... gold hair , as graceful it wreathes , And hang o'er thy soft harp , as wildly it breathes ; Nor dread that the cold - hearted Saxon will tear One chord from that harp , or one lock from that hair . * * “ In the twenty - eighth year of ...
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... gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems or snow - white wand . shorn or shaven above the ears , or from wearing Glibbes , or Coulins ( long locks ) , on their heads , or hair on their upper ...
... gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems or snow - white wand . shorn or shaven above the ears , or from wearing Glibbes , or Coulins ( long locks ) , on their heads , or hair on their upper ...
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... gold ? ” III . " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm , " No son of ERIN will offer me harm- " For though they love woman and golden store , " Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " IV . On she went , and her maiden smile ...
... gold ? ” III . " Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm , " No son of ERIN will offer me harm- " For though they love woman and golden store , " Sir Knight ! they love honour and virtue more ! " IV . On she went , and her maiden smile ...
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... gold , * Which he won from her proud invader ; When her kings , with standard of green unfurl'd , Led the Red - Branch Knights to danger ; - † " This brought on an encounter between Malachi ( the Monarch of Ireland in the tenth century ) ...
... gold , * Which he won from her proud invader ; When her kings , with standard of green unfurl'd , Led the Red - Branch Knights to danger ; - † " This brought on an encounter between Malachi ( the Monarch of Ireland in the tenth century ) ...
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... gold of * Among other false refinements of the art , our music ( with the exception perhaps of the air called " Mamma , Mamma , " and one or two more of the same ludicrous description ) has avoided that puerile mimickry of natural ...
... gold of * Among other false refinements of the art , our music ( with the exception perhaps of the air called " Mamma , Mamma , " and one or two more of the same ludicrous description ) has avoided that puerile mimickry of natural ...
Common terms and phrases
adorns AIR.-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers bowl breath Brien bright calm chain charm choly CICERO clouds cold dark daylight dies dear death dream earth ERIN ERIN's EVELEEN'S eyes fade fair fame farewell feel flowers FOLLY forget friends gleam gloom glory gondolier gone grave harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES Irish Poetry isle leaves light lips Lough Neagh Love's lovers maiden maids melan moon morning Music of Ireland ne'er never night NUMBER o'er once pleasure pleasure's Rathdrum Red Branch remember river Shannon rivers Avon roam round saint SENANUS shade Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star sweet tear thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought to-night turn'd Twas wake warm waves weep wherever wild woman young youth
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Page 16 - 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.
Page 143 - You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 138 - 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...
Page 135 - 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.
Page 43 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Page 166 - 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 88 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Page 173 - Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
Page 111 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Page 168 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.