The ballads of Ireland, collected and ed. by E. Hayes, 第 2 卷Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) 1856 |
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常見字詞
beauty beneath blessed bosom brave breast breath bride bright brow called cheek clouds cold comes dark daughter dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fairy fall fear feel fell flowers gaze gentle give glory gold golden gone grace grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour Irish Killeevy king lady land light lips live lonely look lord maiden Mary moon morning mountain never night o'er ocean once pass pride rest rise rose round seen shining shore side sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit star stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought Tirawley tree true voice wander waters wave weep wild wind woods young
熱門章節
第 92 頁 - So come in the evening, or come in the morning, Come when you're looked for, or come without warning, Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you...
第 21 頁 - And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say, What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! III.
第 121 頁 - A BABY was sleeping, Its mother was weeping, For her husband was far on the wild raging sea ; And the tempest was swelling Round the fisherman's dwelling, And she cried, " Dermot, darling, oh come back to me...
第 319 頁 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
第 11 頁 - O, MY Dark Rosaleen, Do not sigh, do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green, They march along the deep. There's wine from the royal Pope, Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen ! My own Rosaleen ! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen...
第 13 頁 - Wake many a glen serene, Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh, Ere you can fade, ere you can die, My Dark Rosaleen!
第 373 頁 - Murmuring, he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard, That generous actions meet a base reward. While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds, The changing skies hang out their sable clouds; A sound in air presaged approaching rain, And beasts to covert, scud across the plain. Warn'd by the signs, the wandering pair retreat, To seek...
第 121 頁 - The dawn of the morning Saw Dermot returning, And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see ; And closely caressing Her child with a blessing, Said, " I knew that the angels were whispering with thee.
第 320 頁 - King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red! Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped; Our anchor soon must change...
第 318 頁 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
書目資訊
| 書名 | The ballads of Ireland, collected and ed. by E. Hayes, 第 2 卷 The ballads of Ireland, collected and ed. by E. Hayes, Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) |
| 編者 | Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) |
| 版本 | 2 |
| 出版日期 | 1856 |
| 來源： | 牛津大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2006年8月4日 |
| 匯出書目資料 | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |