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... There is but one instruction I should venture to give to any person desirous of doing justice to the character of these ballads , and that is to attend as lit- ⚫tle as possible to the rhythm or time in singing them . The time , indeed ...
... There is but one instruction I should venture to give to any person desirous of doing justice to the character of these ballads , and that is to attend as lit- ⚫tle as possible to the rhythm or time in singing them . The time , indeed ...
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... there is , whose fragrant sigh , As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow , As slow our ship her foamy track , 37 52 66 100 238 At the mid hour of night when stars are weeping , I fly , - Avenging and bright fell the swift sword ...
... there is , whose fragrant sigh , As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow , As slow our ship her foamy track , 37 52 66 100 238 At the mid hour of night when stars are weeping , I fly , - Avenging and bright fell the swift sword ...
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... there's life in this heart , Rich and rare were the gems she wore , SWEET seducer ever smiling , 33 44 91 243 99 - 18 Sweetest love , I'll not forget thee , 28 See you , beneath yon cloud so dark ,. 202 Spirit of joy ! thy altar lies ...
... there's life in this heart , Rich and rare were the gems she wore , SWEET seducer ever smiling , 33 44 91 243 99 - 18 Sweetest love , I'll not forget thee , 28 See you , beneath yon cloud so dark ,. 202 Spirit of joy ! thy altar lies ...
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... There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream , There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told , The harp that once through Tara's halls , Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see ,. There is not in the wide world a ...
... There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream , There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told , The harp that once through Tara's halls , Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see ,. There is not in the wide world a ...
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... there's bliss in tears , 208 Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth , 205 Oh ! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear , 210 Oh fair ! Oh purest ! be thou the dove , Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea , 222 214 This world is all a ...
... there's bliss in tears , 208 Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth , 205 Oh ! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear , 210 Oh fair ! Oh purest ! be thou the dove , Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea , 222 214 This world is all a ...
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Page 155 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. 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. So soon may / follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop...
Page 214 - O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless. Lord! are thine. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Page 215 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Page 158 - Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee !" The minstrel fell ! but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under ! The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, " No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery...
Page 105 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 175 - And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No, vain, alas! th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever; Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever.
Page 134 - Music ! oh, how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign. Love's are even more false than they ; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray!
Page 80 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 214 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Page 104 - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...