Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).1821 |
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Page vii
... bright lamp that lay on Kildare's holy shrine Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh Oh ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers . .... 50 52 54 While gazing on the Moon's light .... 58 When day CONTENTS .
... bright lamp that lay on Kildare's holy shrine Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh Oh ! blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers . .... 50 52 54 While gazing on the Moon's light .... 58 When day CONTENTS .
Page viii
... bright Though daik are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them Weep on , weep on , your hour is past Lesbia hath a beaming eye ...... I saw thy form in youthful prime By that lake whose gloomy shore .. She is far from the land , where ...
... bright Though daik are our sorrows , to - day we'll forget them Weep on , weep on , your hour is past Lesbia hath a beaming eye ...... I saw thy form in youthful prime By that lake whose gloomy shore .. She is far from the land , where ...
Page x
... bright must fade .... 215 217 218 So warmly we met and so fondly we parted 220 Those ev'ning bells , those ev'ning bells Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee 222 223 Reason , and Folly , and Beauty , they say 225 Fare thee well ...
... bright must fade .... 215 217 218 So warmly we met and so fondly we parted 220 Those ev'ning bells , those ev'ning bells Should those fond hopes e'er forsake thee 222 223 Reason , and Folly , and Beauty , they say 225 Fare thee well ...
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... Bright we've seen it burning , - Oh ! then remember me . Oft , as summer closes , When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses , Once so loved by thee : Think of her who wove them , Her who made thee love them ; Oh ! then remember me ...
... Bright we've seen it burning , - Oh ! then remember me . Oft , as summer closes , When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses , Once so loved by thee : Think of her who wove them , Her who made thee love them ; Oh ! then remember me ...
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... 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 shew that still she lives ! FLY ...
... 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 shew that still she lives ! FLY ...
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AIR-The bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty bless'd bliss bosom bowers breath bright bumper fair calm CARPENTER STREET CASTANET chain charm cloud cold dark Dear love death dream earth Erin Erin's ev'n ev'ry eyes fade faithless fame farewell Fill the bumper flame fled flowers Folly friends Gaul gleam Glendalough glory glowing gone grave grief harp hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish isle Killarney lake leaves LESBIA light lips live look'd looks Love's lute maid maiden Minstrel moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er the sea once pleasure pleasure's Red Branch remember rose round shade shame Shamrock shed shine shore sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit spring sprite star steal steed sweet sword tear tell thine thou art thought to-night turn'd Twas Ulster waked warm waves weep wild wind young youth
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Page 11 - 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 ! n.
Page 153 - 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.
Page 49 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Page 48 - Thou wouldst still be ador'd, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Page 85 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Page 158 - Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Page 88 - Seem'd worthless in thine own, Mary ! If souls could always dwell above, Thou ne'er hadst left that sphere ; Or could we keep the souls we love. We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary ! Though many a gifted mind we meet, Though fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary !' BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.
Page 147 - 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.
Page 14 - No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Page 218 - ALL that's bright must fade, — The brightest still the fleetest ; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest Stars that shine and fall ; — The flower that drops in springing ; , These, alas ! are types of all To which our hearts are clinging. All that's bright must fade, — All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest...