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Page 126
... bowl ; The fool who would quarrel for diff'rence of hue , Deserves not the comfort they shed on the soul . 1 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 ...
... bowl ; The fool who would quarrel for diff'rence of hue , Deserves not the comfort they shed on the soul . 1 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 ...
Page 158
... bowl ! Then fancy not , dearest ! that wine can steal One blissful dream of the heart from me ; Like founts that awaken the pilgrim's zeal , The bowl but brightens my love for thee ; They tell us that Love , in his fairy bower , Had two ...
... bowl ! Then fancy not , dearest ! that wine can steal One blissful dream of the heart from me ; Like founts that awaken the pilgrim's zeal , The bowl but brightens my love for thee ; They tell us that Love , in his fairy bower , Had two ...
Page 159
... bowl but brightens my love for thee . AVENGING AND BRIGHT FELL THE SWIFT SWORD OF ERIN . AIR- " Crooghan a Venee . " AVENGING * and bright fell the swift sword of Erin , * The words of this song were suggested by the . very ancient ...
... bowl but brightens my love for thee . AVENGING AND BRIGHT FELL THE SWIFT SWORD OF ERIN . AIR- " Crooghan a Venee . " AVENGING * and bright fell the swift sword of Erin , * The words of this song were suggested by the . very ancient ...
Page 195
... bowl of Bacchus lying . Fill the bumper fair ! & c . Some drops were in the bowl , Remains of last night's pleasure , With which the Sparks of soul Mix'd their burning treasure ! Hence the goblet's shower Hath such spells to win us ...
... bowl of Bacchus lying . Fill the bumper fair ! & c . Some drops were in the bowl , Remains of last night's pleasure , With which the Sparks of soul Mix'd their burning treasure ! Hence the goblet's shower Hath such spells to win us ...
Page 227
... bowl , of vanish'd years We talk with joyous seeming , And smiles that might as well be tears , So faint , so sad their beaming ; While mem'ry brings us back again Each early tie that twin'd us , Oh sweet's the cup that circles then To ...
... bowl , of vanish'd years We talk with joyous seeming , And smiles that might as well be tears , So faint , so sad their beaming ; While mem'ry brings us back again Each early tie that twin'd us , Oh sweet's the cup that circles then To ...
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Page 100 - 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 243 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Page 90 - They made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see And her paddle I soon shall hear; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near.
Page 77 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Page 98 - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
Page 101 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Page 83 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Page 259 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Page 102 - With thee were the 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...
Page 174 - 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.