The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Volume 41823 |
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... throws its shade as it passes , " and makes even mirth interesting . If BURNS " had been an Irishman ( and I would willingly " give up all our claims upon OSSIAN for him ) , his " heart would have been proud of such music ,
... throws its shade as it passes , " and makes even mirth interesting . If BURNS " had been an Irishman ( and I would willingly " give up all our claims upon OSSIAN for him ) , his " heart would have been proud of such music ,
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Thomas Moore. " heart would have been proud of such music , " and his genius would have made it immortal . " Another difficulty ( which is , however , purely " mechanical ) arises from the irregular structure of 66 many of those airs ...
Thomas Moore. " heart would have been proud of such music , " and his genius would have made it immortal . " Another difficulty ( which is , however , purely " mechanical ) arises from the irregular structure of 66 many of those airs ...
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... 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 ) and the Danes , in which ...
... 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 ) and the Danes , in which ...
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... proud , as an Irishman , in even the very subordinate share which he can claim , in promoting a Work so creditable to the talents of the Country - a Work , which , from the spirit of nationality it breathes , will do.
... proud , as an Irishman , in even the very subordinate share which he can claim , in promoting a Work so creditable to the talents of the Country - a Work , which , from the spirit of nationality it breathes , will do.
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... proud bow to the warrior's dart , † * We may suppose this apology to have been uttered by one of those wandering bards , whom Spencer so severely , and , perhaps , truly , describes in his State of Ireland , and whose poems , he tells ...
... proud bow to the warrior's dart , † * We may suppose this apology to have been uttered by one of those wandering bards , whom Spencer so severely , and , perhaps , truly , describes in his State of Ireland , and whose poems , he tells ...
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Popular passages
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.