The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics, Volum 1Charles Welsh Dodge Publishing Company, 1907 |
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Pàgina xiv
... Gray Fog 140 The King of Ireland's Son 141 CLARKE , J. B. , 143 Eman - ac - Knuck to Eva 143 CLARKE , JOSEPH IGNATIUS CONSTANTINE 146 Rough Rider O'Neill The Fighting Race CODE , HENRY BRERETON 146 148 151 The Sprig of Shillelah COLEMAN ...
... Gray Fog 140 The King of Ireland's Son 141 CLARKE , J. B. , 143 Eman - ac - Knuck to Eva 143 CLARKE , JOSEPH IGNATIUS CONSTANTINE 146 Rough Rider O'Neill The Fighting Race CODE , HENRY BRERETON 146 148 151 The Sprig of Shillelah COLEMAN ...
Pàgina 5
... gray and wan , Sat listening , while half dream , half 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 ...
... gray and wan , Sat listening , while half dream , half 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 ...
Pàgina 14
... us shine Upon some distant bark ye choose . By night or day , across the spray , That sail is very far away . WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ( 1824-1889 ) ABBEY ASAROE RAY , gray 14 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF ALEXANDER, WILLIAM Very Far Away.
... us shine Upon some distant bark ye choose . By night or day , across the spray , That sail is very far away . WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ( 1824-1889 ) ABBEY ASAROE RAY , gray 14 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF ALEXANDER, WILLIAM Very Far Away.
Pàgina 15
Charles Welsh. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ( 1824-1889 ) ABBEY ASAROE RAY , gray is Abbey Asaroe , by Ballyshanny town , GR Ꮐ It has ... gray at every season is Abbey Asaroe . There stood one day a poor old man above its IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 15 ...
Charles Welsh. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ( 1824-1889 ) ABBEY ASAROE RAY , gray is Abbey Asaroe , by Ballyshanny town , GR Ꮐ It has ... gray at every season is Abbey Asaroe . There stood one day a poor old man above its IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 15 ...
Pàgina 16
... gray and wasted like the walls , a figure full of woe , This man Asaroe . was of the blood of them who founded From Derry to Dundrowas Tower , Tirconnell broad was theirs ; Spearmen and plunder , bards and wine , and holy abbot's ...
... gray and wasted like the walls , a figure full of woe , This man Asaroe . was of the blood of them who founded From Derry to Dundrowas Tower , Tirconnell broad was theirs ; Spearmen and plunder , bards and wine , and holy abbot's ...
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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!