Poems of Ireland. To which is added 'Lover's Metrical tales'.Samuel Lover 1884 |
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... lord of light , Yet mild as autumn's noon : Her beauty is my bosom's sun , Her faith my fostering shade , And I will love my darling one , Till even the sun shall fade . I love my love in the morning , I love. I LOVE MY LOVE IN THE ...
... lord of light , Yet mild as autumn's noon : Her beauty is my bosom's sun , Her faith my fostering shade , And I will love my darling one , Till even the sun shall fade . I love my love in the morning , I love. I LOVE MY LOVE IN THE ...
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... lord who would " never do anything to - day he could possibly put off till to - morrow . " He was a great favourite in society , and this helped to idle him also , the call of social pleasure having for him a siren voice . Only one ...
... lord who would " never do anything to - day he could possibly put off till to - morrow . " He was a great favourite in society , and this helped to idle him also , the call of social pleasure having for him a siren voice . Only one ...
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... lords and dames of high degree , Where'er my feet have gone , My Mary , one to equal thee I never looked upon : I live in darkness and in doubt Whene'er my love's away— But were the gracious sun put out , Her shadow would make day ...
... lords and dames of high degree , Where'er my feet have gone , My Mary , one to equal thee I never looked upon : I live in darkness and in doubt Whene'er my love's away— But were the gracious sun put out , Her shadow would make day ...
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... Lord Clancarty , and really did pass into the hands of the Jeffery family . + That Blarney Castle was battered is true ; but not by Cromwell , though Cromwell , as the grand buggaboo of the Irish songster , is most properly made the ...
... Lord Clancarty , and really did pass into the hands of the Jeffery family . + That Blarney Castle was battered is true ; but not by Cromwell , though Cromwell , as the grand buggaboo of the Irish songster , is most properly made the ...
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... Lord became so scientific that I got tired and came away . " " How , scientific ? " said the other . " Oh , " answered he , " he is delivering a lecture on Botany . " I remember , too , when a new pile of building was added to the ...
... Lord became so scientific that I got tired and came away . " " How , scientific ? " said the other . " Oh , " answered he , " he is delivering a lecture on Botany . " I remember , too , when a new pile of building was added to the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ANDREW CHERRY ballad Ballyhaunis bard Bawn beauty Blarney bosom boys brave bright brow called celebrated CHARLES LEVER charming cheek chree Cuckoo dark dark Rosaleen darling dear drink Dublin e'er Eileen aroon Erin fair fame Farewell father flowers fond Garnavilla Garryowen GERALD GRIFFIN girl give glory gra-ma-chree green hand heart heaven honour Ireland Irish Irish Volunteers JOHN BANIM JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN Kilkenny King lady land Limerick lines Lochaber look Lord lyric maid melody Molly Moore morning mountain Music of Ireland native ne'er never night o'er poet poor rhyme rose round SAMUEL FERGUSON SAMUEL LOVER Says the Shan Shan Van Vogh Sheridan sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit sung sure sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou Translated true Twas verse whiskey Widow Machree wild wine words young
Pasajes populares
Página 169 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Página 198 - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home.
Página 3 - ONE day I wrote her name upon the strand ; But came the waves, and washed it away : Agayne, I wrote it with a second hand ; But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. Vayne man, sayd she, that doest in vaine assay A mortall thing so to immortalize ; For I my selve shall lyke to this decay, And eke my name bee wyped out lykewize. Not so...
Página 6 - The corn was springin' fresh and green, And the lark sang loud and high, And the red was on your lip, Mary, And the love-light in your eye. The place is little changed, Mary, The day is bright as then, The lark's loud song is in my ear, And the corn is green again; But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, And your breath, warm on my cheek: And I still keep list'nin' for the words You never more will speak.
Página 245 - O, MY Dark Rosaleen, Do not sigh, do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green, They march along the deep. There's wine from the royal Pope, Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen...
Página 170 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame ; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly. O, the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Página 25 - And while they are keeping Bright watch o'er thy sleeping, Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me ! And say thou wouldst rather They'd watch o'er thy father, For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.
Página 64 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Página 78 - I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for a glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize; Now to the maid who has none, sir; Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir. Chorus. Let the toast pass, &c.
Página 313 - King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red! Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped; Our anchor soon must change...