The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics, Volum 1Charles Welsh Dodge publishing Company, 1907 |
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Pàgina 5
... wail , Her words went wandering on ; " O river that dost never halt Till down beyond the bar Thou meet'st the breakers green and salt That bore my lads afar · " O sea betwixt our slighted isle And that wide IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS པ་ 5.
... wail , Her words went wandering on ; " O river that dost never halt Till down beyond the bar Thou meet'st the breakers green and salt That bore my lads afar · " O sea betwixt our slighted isle And that wide IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS པ་ 5.
Pàgina 7
... thou the candle in the pane ; They may be coming soon . " " Calm lie the lights below the town ; There's not a ship in sight ; O mother ! cease , and lay you down ; They will not come to - night . " THE LEGEND OF STUMPIE'S BRAE1 H ...
... thou the candle in the pane ; They may be coming soon . " " Calm lie the lights below the town ; There's not a ship in sight ; O mother ! cease , and lay you down ; They will not come to - night . " THE LEGEND OF STUMPIE'S BRAE1 H ...
Pàgina 17
... thou repliest no word : O why should heart - longing be weaker Than the waving wings of a bird ! To thee , my love , to thee- So fain would I come to thee ! For the tide's at rest from east to west , And I look across the sea . There's ...
... thou repliest no word : O why should heart - longing be weaker Than the waving wings of a bird ! To thee , my love , to thee- So fain would I come to thee ! For the tide's at rest from east to west , And I look across the sea . There's ...
Pàgina 24
... Thou joy - reviving Spring ! Some hopes are chill'd with winter Whose term thou canst not bring , Some voices answer not thy call When sky and woodland ring , Some faces come not back at all With primrose - blossoming . The distant ...
... Thou joy - reviving Spring ! Some hopes are chill'd with winter Whose term thou canst not bring , Some voices answer not thy call When sky and woodland ring , Some faces come not back at all With primrose - blossoming . The distant ...
Pàgina 25
Charles Welsh. THE BAN - SHEE A BALLAD OF ANCIENT ERIN EARD'ST thou over the Fortress wild geese " H flying and crying ? Was it a gray wolf's howl ? wind in the forest sighing ? Wail from the sea as of wreck ? Hast heard it , Comrade ...
Charles Welsh. THE BAN - SHEE A BALLAD OF ANCIENT ERIN EARD'ST thou over the Fortress wild geese " H flying and crying ? Was it a gray wolf's howl ? wind in the forest sighing ? Wail from the sea as of wreck ? Hast heard it , Comrade ...
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Ballylesson Bawn Bay of Biscay beauty blessed blood bloom blow blue bosom brave breast breath bright brow Caoch cheek Connacht dark dead dear death deep Douglas Hyde dream earth Eileen aroon Erin eyes fair fairy flowers Fontenoy forever girl glen Glen of Aherlow glow gold golden Gougane Barra grave gray green grief hair hand hath heart heaven hills Innisfail Innishowen Ireland Irish Irish poetry kiss land light lonely look lover Machree maiden morning mother mountain ne'er never Newtownbreda night o'er Ossian pale Rapparees rose round shamrock shining shore sigh sing sleep smile soft Soggarth aroon song sorrow soul star STEPHEN LUCIUS GWYNN STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE summer sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thou thrush Twas voice wandering wave weary wild wind wood young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 13 - We may not know, we cannot tell, what pains he had to bear, but we believe it was for us he hung and suffered there.
Pàgina 360 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Pàgina 366 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Pàgina 364 - I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Pàgina 120 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle.
Pàgina 64 - In happy climes, where from the genial sun, And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of art by nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true...
Pàgina 28 - He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen Of the gay Northern Lights.
Pàgina 45 - Oh — no! I wish I were a Robin. A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field or garden, And ask no leave or pardon, Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wing!
Pàgina 359 - When she has walk'd before. But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead, — Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
Pàgina 259 - The corn was springin' fresh and green, And the lark sang loud and high — And the red was on your lip, Mary, And the love-light in your eye. The place is little changed, Mary, The day is bright as then, The lark's loud song is in my ear, And the corn is green again ; But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, And your breath, warm on my cheek, And I still keep list'nin' for the words You never more may speak.