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Strona xi
... sounds the Harp " IRISH MELODIES- Prefatory Letter on Music " Go where glory waits thee " 326 327 327 328 329 334 War Song . " Remember the glories of Brien the Brave " 335 " Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eyes " " Oh ! breathe ...
... sounds the Harp " IRISH MELODIES- Prefatory Letter on Music " Go where glory waits thee " 326 327 327 328 329 334 War Song . " Remember the glories of Brien the Brave " 335 " Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eyes " " Oh ! breathe ...
Strona xiii
... Sound the loud timbrel " 389 " Go , let me weep " 390 " Come not , O Lord " 391 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears ' 391 " As down in the sunless retreats 392 99 " But who shall see 392 " " " Almighty God " 393 " O fair ! -O purest 99 ...
... Sound the loud timbrel " 389 " Go , let me weep " 390 " Come not , O Lord " 391 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears ' 391 " As down in the sunless retreats 392 99 " But who shall see 392 " " " Almighty God " 393 " O fair ! -O purest 99 ...
Strona xxvii
... sound Moore is as decisively destitute as any correct versifier can well be . No clearer proof of the in- capacity of the mass of critics and readers to appreciate the calibre of poetical work in point of musical and general execution ...
... sound Moore is as decisively destitute as any correct versifier can well be . No clearer proof of the in- capacity of the mass of critics and readers to appreciate the calibre of poetical work in point of musical and general execution ...
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... sounds of dicad Fell withering on her soul , " Azim is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared ...
... sounds of dicad Fell withering on her soul , " Azim is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared ...
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... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
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Strona 70 - 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. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Strona 372 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
Strona 131 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Strona 368 - 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! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Strona 330 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No ! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love by a standard like this ! SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
Strona 369 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Strona 324 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Strona 49 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Strona 359 - 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?
Strona 130 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...