The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics, Volum 1Charles Welsh Dodge Publishing Company, 1907 |
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Pàgina xxi
... Forever INGRAM , JOHN Kells The Memory of the Dead 414 414 415 416 417 418 420 420 421 423 • 424 426 426 IRWIN , THOMAS CAULFIELD A Window Song 428 The Emigrant's Voyage 428 The Potato - Digger's Song 430 432 JOHNSON , LIONEL The Dark ...
... Forever INGRAM , JOHN Kells The Memory of the Dead 414 414 415 416 417 418 420 420 421 423 • 424 426 426 IRWIN , THOMAS CAULFIELD A Window Song 428 The Emigrant's Voyage 428 The Potato - Digger's Song 430 432 JOHNSON , LIONEL The Dark ...
Pàgina 61
... forever ! What checks the knave ? The sword ! What smites to save ? The sword ! What wreaks the wrong Unpunished long , At last , upon the guilty strong ? The sword ! CHORUS Then cease thy proud task never , etc. What shelters Right ...
... forever ! What checks the knave ? The sword ! What smites to save ? The sword ! What wreaks the wrong Unpunished long , At last , upon the guilty strong ? The sword ! CHORUS Then cease thy proud task never , etc. What shelters Right ...
Pàgina 62
... right , Good sword ! CHORUS Yes ! cease thy proud task never While rests a link to sever ! Guard of the free , We'll cherish thee , And keep thee bright forever ! S FLORENCE BEAMISH ( Living ) SLEEP ON LEEP on 62 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF.
... right , Good sword ! CHORUS Yes ! cease thy proud task never While rests a link to sever ! Guard of the free , We'll cherish thee , And keep thee bright forever ! S FLORENCE BEAMISH ( Living ) SLEEP ON LEEP on 62 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF.
Pàgina 66
... Forever used to be , - " I care for nobody , not I , If no one cares for me . " TWO SONGS From " Thomas and Sally , or the Sailor's Return " M I Y time how happy once and gay ! Oh ! blithe I was as blithe could be : But now I'm sad , ah ...
... Forever used to be , - " I care for nobody , not I , If no one cares for me . " TWO SONGS From " Thomas and Sally , or the Sailor's Return " M I Y time how happy once and gay ! Oh ! blithe I was as blithe could be : But now I'm sad , ah ...
Pàgina 86
... the hands of the king they flew . As ivy to the oak they clung , Their kiss no man could sever Oh , joy for lovers parted long To meet , at last , forever ! O FRANCES BROWNE ( 1816-1879 ) O THE PLEASANT DAYS 86 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF.
... the hands of the king they flew . As ivy to the oak they clung , Their kiss no man could sever Oh , joy for lovers parted long To meet , at last , forever ! O FRANCES BROWNE ( 1816-1879 ) O THE PLEASANT DAYS 86 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF.
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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!