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... fair and brief To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools . Your glass may be purple , and mine may be blue , But while they're fill'd from the same bright bowl , The fool , who would quarrel for difference of hue , Deserves ...
... fair and brief To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools . Your glass may be purple , and mine may be blue , But while they're fill'd from the same bright bowl , The fool , who would quarrel for difference of hue , Deserves ...
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... fair — still her cheeks smil'd the same While her sea - beauties gracefully formed the light frame ; And her hair , as , let loose , o'er her white arm it fell , Was chang'd to bright chords uttering melody's spell . Hence it came that ...
... fair — still her cheeks smil'd the same While her sea - beauties gracefully formed the light frame ; And her hair , as , let loose , o'er her white arm it fell , Was chang'd to bright chords uttering melody's spell . Hence it came that ...
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... fair gem away ? If thus the young hours have fleeted , When sorrow itself look'd bright ; If thus the fair hope hath cheated , That led thee along so light ; If thus the cold world now wither Each feeling that once was dear ; - Come ...
... fair gem away ? If thus the young hours have fleeted , When sorrow itself look'd bright ; If thus the fair hope hath cheated , That led thee along so light ; If thus the cold world now wither Each feeling that once was dear ; - Come ...
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... fair , sunny vision , Which , spite of the slavish , the cold heart's derision , Shall long be remember'd , pure , bright , and elysian , As first it arose , my lost Erin ! on thee . I I SAW FROM THE BEACH . SAW from the beach , when ...
... fair , sunny vision , Which , spite of the slavish , the cold heart's derision , Shall long be remember'd , pure , bright , and elysian , As first it arose , my lost Erin ! on thee . I I SAW FROM THE BEACH . SAW from the beach , when ...
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... FAIR . FILL the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle . Wit's electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes , As when through the frame It shoots from brimming glasses . Fill the bumper fair ! Every ...
... FAIR . FILL the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle . Wit's electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes , As when through the frame It shoots from brimming glasses . Fill the bumper fair ! Every ...
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Arranmore Babylon bard battle of Clontarf beam beauty blest bliss bloom bowers breath bright brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death dream dwell earth Edward Hudson Emmet Erin Erin's eyes fade fair fame feel flowers Freedom friends Glendalough gloom glory grave Harp hath heart heaven hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish Irish Harp ISAIAH lx isle Killarney leave LESBIA life's light lips look look'd Lord Lord Edward Fitzgerald lov'd morning Mountain Sprite mournful ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er once pleasure pleasure's remember Robert Emmet round shame Shamrock shed shine sigh silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sparkled spirit star steal sunny sunshine sweet sword Tarshish tears thee thine thou art thought thro turn'd Twas voice warm wave weep where'er wing young youth
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Page 58 - 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 6 - 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 25 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, 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 47 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah '. little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking...
Page 11 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Page 148 - THIS world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven! And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even; And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And fancy's flash and reason's ray Serve but to light the troubled way, — There's nothing calm...
Page 104 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light ! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute or soft guitar The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, — in youth sincere And only then, The sigh that 's breathed for one to hear— Is by that one, that only Dear Breathed back again.
Page 168 - The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary ; and I will make the place of my feet glorious.
Page 60 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Page 167 - Lift up thine eyes round about, and see : all they gather themselves together, they come to thee : thy sons shall come from far, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side.