The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics, Volum 1Charles Welsh Dodge Publishing Company, 1907 |
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Pàgina 6
... feet — " Like that broad stream that runs , and raves , And floweth grandly out , But the salt billows catch its waves , And fling them all about - " The bitter world washed out my claim ; In childhood it was dear , But youth forgets ...
... feet — " Like that broad stream that runs , and raves , And floweth grandly out , But the salt billows catch its waves , And fling them all about - " The bitter world washed out my claim ; In childhood it was dear , But youth forgets ...
Pàgina 12
... feet they set ; But Stumpie was there the first , they say , And he haunted them onto their dying day , And he follows their children yet . I haud ye , never the voice of blood Call'd from the earth in vain ; And never has crime won ...
... feet they set ; But Stumpie was there the first , they say , And he haunted them onto their dying day , And he follows their children yet . I haud ye , never the voice of blood Call'd from the earth in vain ; And never has crime won ...
Pàgina 15
... feet are those that come at burial of the dead . A little rocky rivulet runs murmuring to the tide , Singing a song of ancient days , in sorrow , not in pride ; The bore - tree and the lightsome ash across the portal grow , And heaven ...
... feet are those that come at burial of the dead . A little rocky rivulet runs murmuring to the tide , Singing a song of ancient days , in sorrow , not in pride ; The bore - tree and the lightsome ash across the portal grow , And heaven ...
Pàgina 22
... feet ; The fiddler moaned his blindness , he heard her so much praised , But blessed his luck to not be deaf when once her voice she raised . And evermore I'm whistling or lilting what you sung , Your smile is always in my heart , your ...
... feet ; The fiddler moaned his blindness , he heard her so much praised , But blessed his luck to not be deaf when once her voice she raised . And evermore I'm whistling or lilting what you sung , Your smile is always in my heart , your ...
Pàgina 36
... feet are cold . And let my head , I pray thee With handkerchief be bound : There , take my love's own handkerchief , And tie it tightly round . Now bring the chart , the doleful chart ; See where these mountains meet- The clouds are ...
... feet are cold . And let my head , I pray thee With handkerchief be bound : There , take my love's own handkerchief , And tie it tightly round . Now bring the chart , the doleful chart ; See where these mountains meet- The clouds are ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Ballinasloe Ballylesson ban mo bawn beauty Bellewstown blessed blow blue bosom boys brave breast breath bright brow cheek Connacht cuckoo dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep Douglas Hyde dream dubh earth Eileen aroon Erin eyes fair fairy flowers Fontenoy forever friends Gael girl Glandore glen glory God save Ireland gold golden gone grave gray green grief hand hath hear heart heaven hills hope hurroo Innisfail Ireland Irish Irish poetry isle Kinkora kiss land light lips live lonely look Machree maid maiden morning mother mountain ne'er neath never night o'er Ossian pale Rapparees rose round sail shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul star sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thou Turloughmore Twas voice wave weary weep wild wind young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 151 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
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 128 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn.* Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight*» past Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
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 306 - For the yeo-heave-o , and the heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer, When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last; A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was cast...
Pàgina 152 - 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.
Pàgina 140 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pàgina 140 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
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 471 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold is frail— its date is brief, Restless— and soon to pass away!