Poems of Ireland. To which is added 'Lover's Metrical tales'.Samuel Lover 1884 |
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... Round some pebble a primitive tie of wild grass , And , attaching her nosegay , would fling it from high , And the flow'rs fell on Dermot , as though from the sky . " F. Skill " And now , under Heaven , my arm shall bring Thy felon neck ...
... Round some pebble a primitive tie of wild grass , And , attaching her nosegay , would fling it from high , And the flow'rs fell on Dermot , as though from the sky . " F. Skill " And now , under Heaven , my arm shall bring Thy felon neck ...
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... In present years , as in the years gone by : Love flings a halo round the dear one's head , Faultless , immortal - till they change or die . Love not , love not ! In making the record in the line above , I 8 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... In present years , as in the years gone by : Love flings a halo round the dear one's head , Faultless , immortal - till they change or die . Love not , love not ! In making the record in the line above , I 8 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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... Round the world that quiet seeking Which I fear is not for me ! Farewell , Bessy ! We may meet again . Calm to peace thy lover's bosom- Can it , dearest , must it be , Thou within an hour wilt lose him , - He for ever loses thee ...
... Round the world that quiet seeking Which I fear is not for me ! Farewell , Bessy ! We may meet again . Calm to peace thy lover's bosom- Can it , dearest , must it be , Thou within an hour wilt lose him , - He for ever loses thee ...
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... - Oh , bother ! Mother . Daughter . But , mother , he's going away ; And I dream of his ghost , Walking round my bedpost-- Oh , mother , he's going away ! HOURS LIKE THOSE . CALLANAN . Born , 1795. Died 18 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... - Oh , bother ! Mother . Daughter . But , mother , he's going away ; And I dream of his ghost , Walking round my bedpost-- Oh , mother , he's going away ! HOURS LIKE THOSE . CALLANAN . Born , 1795. Died 18 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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... round her bow'r , It chill'd my poor Kathleen , she droop'd from that hour ; And I lost my poor Kathleen , my own little Kathleen , My Kathleen O'More ! The bird of all birds that I love the best Is the robin , that in the churchyard ...
... round her bow'r , It chill'd my poor Kathleen , she droop'd from that hour ; And I lost my poor Kathleen , my own little Kathleen , My Kathleen O'More ! The bird of all birds that I love the best Is the robin , that in the churchyard ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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...