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... dreams ! -Welch Air 265 • Go , then - ' tis vain . - Sicilian Air 266 The crystal hunters . - Swiss Air . Row gently ... dream . - French Air ' Tis when the cup is smiling . - Italian Air • · 279 . 281 282 283 • 284 285 286 • 287 • . 288 ...
... dreams ! -Welch Air 265 • Go , then - ' tis vain . - Sicilian Air 266 The crystal hunters . - Swiss Air . Row gently ... dream . - French Air ' Tis when the cup is smiling . - Italian Air • · 279 . 281 282 283 • 284 285 286 • 287 • . 288 ...
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... dreams of my earliest love- Every thought of my reason was thine ; In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ...
... dreams of my earliest love- Every thought of my reason was thine ; In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above Thy name shall be mingled with mine ! Oh ! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live The days of thy glory to see ...
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... dream they believed ; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest , Is happy indeed if ' twas never deceived . But send round the bowl - while a relic of truth Is in man or in woman , this prayer shall be mine , - That the ...
... dream they believed ; And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest , Is happy indeed if ' twas never deceived . But send round the bowl - while a relic of truth Is in man or in woman , this prayer shall be mine , - That the ...
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... Dream . I. As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below , So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile , Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while . II . One fatal ...
... Dream . I. As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below , So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile , Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while . II . One fatal ...
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... dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee . II . And , as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould ...
... dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee . II . And , as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould ...
Common terms and phrases
adorn Æneid AIR.-The bard battle of Aberdeen battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright calm chain charm clouds cold consecutive fifths dark dear death dream enharmonic ERIN's EVELEEN'S eyes fade fair fame farewell feel Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends gleam glory grief Harmodius and Aristogiton harp heart Heaven hope hour Ireland IRISH MELODIES isle Lady MORGAN LESBIA light lips live long a letter long Hath waked look'd looks lost Love's maiden mmmm moon morning music of Scotland Musical Modes ne'er night NORA CREINA Number o'er Olive of SPAIN once pleasure pleasure's proud remember river Shannon round rove saint SENANUS shade shame Shamrock of ERIN shed shine sleep smile sorrow soul spirit star steal sweet sword tear thee thine thought turn'd Twas warm wave weep where'er wild woman young youth zeal
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 136 - 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 141 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Page 96 - Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 163 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. 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. Thou hast...
Page 25 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
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 27 - That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine.
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.