The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs1823 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 51 筆
第 v 頁
... sorrow I see Rich and rare were the gems she wore . As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet No. II . Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle • How dear to me the hour when daylight ...
... sorrow I see Rich and rare were the gems she wore . As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet No. II . Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle • How dear to me the hour when daylight ...
第 vi 頁
... sorrows , to - day we'll forget them 101 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 103 • · 105 · 107 108 • I12 She is far from the land where her ...
... sorrows , to - day we'll forget them 101 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 103 • · 105 · 107 108 • I12 She is far from the land where her ...
第 vii 頁
... sorrow thy young days shaded No , not more welcome the fairy numbers When first I met thee , warm and young · While History's muse the memorial was keeping The time I've lost in wooing Where is the slave , so lowly • cxlix 151 153 € 155 ...
... sorrow thy young days shaded No , not more welcome the fairy numbers When first I met thee , warm and young · While History's muse the memorial was keeping The time I've lost in wooing Where is the slave , so lowly • cxlix 151 153 € 155 ...
第 13 頁
... sorrow's stream , Saddening through pleasure's beam , Thy suns , with doubtful gleam , Weep while they rise ! " Let stakes they might be allowed to fight with the rest.- ( they said ) be stuck in the ground , and suffer each of us ...
... sorrow's stream , Saddening through pleasure's beam , Thy suns , with doubtful gleam , Weep while they rise ! " Let stakes they might be allowed to fight with the rest.- ( they said ) be stuck in the ground , and suffer each of us ...
第 15 頁
... sorrows behind , Oh ! say , wilt thou weep , when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd ? Yes , weep , and however my foes may condemn , Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness , though guilty to ...
... sorrows behind , Oh ! say , wilt thou weep , when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd ? Yes , weep , and however my foes may condemn , Thy tears shall efface their decree ; For Heaven can witness , though guilty to ...
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.