The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs1823 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 31 筆
第 4 頁
... hands , the native charms of the original melody will not be sacrificed to the ostentation of science . In the poetical part , Power has had promises of assistance from several distinguished Literary Characters , particularly from Mr ...
... hands , the native charms of the original melody will not be sacrificed to the ostentation of science . In the poetical part , Power has had promises of assistance from several distinguished Literary Characters , particularly from Mr ...
第 21 頁
... hand , at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value ; and such an impression had the laws and government of this Monarch made on the minds of all the people , that no attempt was made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of ...
... hand , at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value ; and such an impression had the laws and government of this Monarch made on the minds of all the people , that no attempt was made upon her honour , nor was she robbed of ...
第 31 頁
... a Blank Book . AIR . - Dermott . I. TAKE back the virgin page , White and unwritten still ; Wile Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill IRISH MELODIES . 31 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies Take back the virgin page.
... a Blank Book . AIR . - Dermott . I. TAKE back the virgin page , White and unwritten still ; Wile Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill IRISH MELODIES . 31 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies Take back the virgin page.
第 32 頁
Thomas Moore. Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill . Thoughts come as pure as light , Pure as even you require ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . II . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When ...
Thomas Moore. Some hand more calm and sage The leaf must fill . Thoughts come as pure as light , Pure as even you require ; But oh ! each word I write Love turns to fire . II . Yet let me keep the book ; Oft shall my heart renew , When ...
第 40 頁
... hand to hand , taking a collar of gold from the neck of one , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " - WARNER's History of Ireland , vol . i . book 9 . " Military orders of knights were very early ...
... hand to hand , taking a collar of gold from the neck of one , and carrying off the sword of the other , as trophies of his victory . " - WARNER's History of Ireland , vol . i . book 9 . " Military orders of knights were very early ...
常見字詞
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
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第 16 頁 - 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.
第 136 頁 - 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...
第 141 頁 - 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.
第 96 頁 - Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
第 163 頁 - 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...
第 25 頁 - 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.
第 88 頁 - 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!
第 27 頁 - 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.
第 111 頁 - 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.