The Lay of an Irish Harp: Or, Metrical FragmentsRichard Phillips, 1807 - 199 |
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... chord respires ! IX . And seem'd I ever dull to thee , Or strove I to resist the art , With which thou oft wert wont to thrill Each latent feeling of my heart ? X. Oh no ! for though the MANY slight , METRICAL FRAGMENTS . 27.
... chord respires ! IX . And seem'd I ever dull to thee , Or strove I to resist the art , With which thou oft wert wont to thrill Each latent feeling of my heart ? X. Oh no ! for though the MANY slight , METRICAL FRAGMENTS . 27.
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... chords I'll touch As though a sigh its chords had swept , X. And I will hum the song thou lov'st , Or thou each bosom - chord shalt thrill With thine own soul - dissolving strain , Or silent , we'll be happier still . " Le secret d ...
... chords I'll touch As though a sigh its chords had swept , X. And I will hum the song thou lov'st , Or thou each bosom - chord shalt thrill With thine own soul - dissolving strain , Or silent , we'll be happier still . " Le secret d ...
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... chords relax'd , and ev'ry tuneful number Latent and still with thy sweet soul of sound . The human heart , ere time has chilled its glow , or expe- rience regulated its pulse , overflows with an ardour of affection often indiscriminate ...
... chords relax'd , and ev'ry tuneful number Latent and still with thy sweet soul of sound . The human heart , ere time has chilled its glow , or expe- rience regulated its pulse , overflows with an ardour of affection often indiscriminate ...
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... chords inanguish'd hung , As still thy chords in sympathy would flow , And sadder breath'd each woe he sadly sung . VI . Whose e'er thou wert , at least . I owe thee much , Kind little soother of each weary hour ; Obedient ever to the ...
... chords inanguish'd hung , As still thy chords in sympathy would flow , And sadder breath'd each woe he sadly sung . VI . Whose e'er thou wert , at least . I owe thee much , Kind little soother of each weary hour ; Obedient ever to the ...
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... chords to hover . III . Nor seem'd unconscious of the charm That lurk'd in every silent string , For oft the little vagrant swept O'er every chord his lucid wing . IV . While THEY ( too like the sensient soul That vibrates to the least ...
... chords to hover . III . Nor seem'd unconscious of the charm That lurk'd in every silent string , For oft the little vagrant swept O'er every chord his lucid wing . IV . While THEY ( too like the sensient soul That vibrates to the least ...
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Anacreon bagatelle balmy beam beneath bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath'd breathe brow charm chase chill chords cold dance dart dear dearest delight dew'd didst thou doom'd dream drooping E'en e'er Epicure Erin's faded fair brow fairy fancy fancy's feeling FLEET STREET fleeting flow flow'r flutt'ring fond fondly FRAGMENT fragrant frolic glance glow gorgon Harp heart heaven Helas hour IRISH HARP Irish jig joy's kindred languish light Love's lyre METASTASIO midst MINSTREL BOY nature's ne'er passion pinion pleasure pow'r pulse raptured rose round Sappho scarcely seem'd sensient shed o'er sigh sleeps smile snowy gem soft soothing sorrow soul SPANISH GUITAR steal stole suff'ring sweet sweetest sweetly Sympathy's tear tender thee Thou know'st thou wert thou'st thrill transient trifle twas twill twin'd VIII VOLTAIRE warm wear wild WILD IRISH GIRL wiles winglet youthful zephyr's
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Strona 53 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
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Strona 101 - DAWN. THERE is a soft and fragrant hour — Sweet, fresh, reviving, is its power ; 'Tis when a ray Steals from the veil of parting night, And by its mild prelusive light, Foretells the day. 'Tis when some ling'ring stars scarce shed O'er the mist-clad mountain's head Their fairy beam ; Then one by one, retiring, shroud, Dim glitt'ring through a fleecy cloud, Their last faint gleam.
Strona 103 - While softly fly Those doubtful mists., that leave to view Each glowing scene of various hue That charms the eye. 'Tis when the sea-girt turret's brow Receives the East's first kindling glow, And the dark wave, Swelling to meet the orient gleam, Reflects the warmly-strengthening beam It seems to lave. 'Tis when the restless child of sorrow, Watching the wish'd-for rising morrow, His couch foregoes, And seeks midst scenes so sweet, so mild, To soothe those pangs so keen, so wild, Of hopeless woes....
Strona 142 - Mr. Gallini tells us, that at Limoges, not long ago, the people used to dance the round in the choir of the church, which is under the invocation of their patron saint ; and at the end of each psalm, instead of the Gloria Patri, they sang as follows : u St. Marcel I pray for us, and we will dance in honour of you.
Strona 104 - Tis when the restless child of sorrow, Watching the wished-for rising morrow, His couch foregoes, And seeks 'midst scenes so sweet, so mild, To soothe those pangs so keen, so wild, Of hopeless woes. Nor day, nor night, this hour can claim, Nor moonlight ray, nor noontide beam, Does it betray ; But fresh, reviving, dewy, sweet, It hastes the glowing hours to meet Of rising day.
Strona 100 - There is a soft and fragrant hour — Sweet, fresh, reviving is its power ; 'Tis when a ray Steals from the veil of parting night, And by its mild prelusive light Foretells the day. 'Tis when some ling'ring stars scarce shed O'er the mist-clad mountain's head Their fairy beam ; Then one by one retiring, shroud, Dim glitt'ring through a fleecy cloud, Their last faint beam. 'Tis when (just waked from transient death By some fresh zephyr's balmy breath), Th...
Strona 141 - Theatre, the part of an old Grandmother was assigned to Mrs. Fryer, an Irish woman, who had quitted the stage in the reign of Charles the Second, and...
Strona 1 - ring droops its Shamrock wreath? Why has that song of sweetness died Which Erin's Harp alone can breathe?