Poems of Ireland. To which is added 'Lover's Metrical tales'.Samuel Lover 1884 |
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... standing of the text . I considered it a duty to insert in this volume many songs that have appeared in English collections from the pens of Irish writers . After having stated the unfavourable nature of our start in the race of ...
... standing of the text . I considered it a duty to insert in this volume many songs that have appeared in English collections from the pens of Irish writers . After having stated the unfavourable nature of our start in the race of ...
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... stand to the credit of Irish literature , though there is not one word in any of them to identify them as Hibernian . In this collection , the very first song is that of a lady of the illustrious race of Sheridan- " Terence's Fare- well ...
... stand to the credit of Irish literature , though there is not one word in any of them to identify them as Hibernian . In this collection , the very first song is that of a lady of the illustrious race of Sheridan- " Terence's Fare- well ...
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... stands near , The church where we were wed , Mary , I see the spire from here . But the graveyard lies between , Mary , And my step might break your rest- For I've laid you , darling ! down to sleep , With your baby on your breast . I'm ...
... stands near , The church where we were wed , Mary , I see the spire from here . But the graveyard lies between , Mary , And my step might break your rest- For I've laid you , darling ! down to sleep , With your baby on your breast . I'm ...
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... stand ; Oh ! for her blooms the rose , and the lily ne'er wanting To shed its mild lustre on bosom or hand . The dewy blue blossom that hangs on the spray , More blue than her eyes human eye never saw Deceit never lurked in its ...
... stand ; Oh ! for her blooms the rose , and the lily ne'er wanting To shed its mild lustre on bosom or hand . The dewy blue blossom that hangs on the spray , More blue than her eyes human eye never saw Deceit never lurked in its ...
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... stands forth among the happiest efforts of the pastoral muse of Ireland , was , in all likelihood , written by a youthful student of the monastery , as the second stanza bears clear proof that the lover is one not arrived at manhood ...
... stands forth among the happiest efforts of the pastoral muse of Ireland , was , in all likelihood , written by a youthful student of the monastery , as the second stanza bears clear proof that the lover is one not arrived at manhood ...
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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...