The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics, 1±ÇCharles Welsh Dodge Publishing Company, 1907 |
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... Mountain Fern 348 348 348 GILBERT , LADY ( Rosa Mulholland ) Kilfenora Saint Brigid Shamrocks Song 351 351 352 353 The Builders The Wild Geese GOLDSMITH , OLIVER 353 354 357 An Elegy Memory 360 The Hermit 361 Tony Lumpkin's Song 361 ...
... Mountain Fern 348 348 348 GILBERT , LADY ( Rosa Mulholland ) Kilfenora Saint Brigid Shamrocks Song 351 351 352 353 The Builders The Wild Geese GOLDSMITH , OLIVER 353 354 357 An Elegy Memory 360 The Hermit 361 Tony Lumpkin's Song 361 ...
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... Mountain . Ringleted Youth of My Love The Brow of Nefin The Red Man's Wife The Sign of the Cross Forever INGRAM , JOHN Kells The Memory of the Dead 414 414 415 416 417 418 420 420 421 423 • 424 426 426 IRWIN , THOMAS CAULFIELD A Window ...
... Mountain . Ringleted Youth of My Love The Brow of Nefin The Red Man's Wife The Sign of the Cross Forever INGRAM , JOHN Kells The Memory of the Dead 414 414 415 416 417 418 420 420 421 423 • 424 426 426 IRWIN , THOMAS CAULFIELD A Window ...
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... mountain ledges , I should but see on either hand Plain fields and dusty hedges ; And yet I know my fairy - land Lies somewhere o'er their edges . 30 VINU THE BURIAL OF MOSES Y Nebo's lonely mountain I ALEXANDER, CECIL FRANCES Dreams I I.
... mountain ledges , I should but see on either hand Plain fields and dusty hedges ; And yet I know my fairy - land Lies somewhere o'er their edges . 30 VINU THE BURIAL OF MOSES Y Nebo's lonely mountain I ALEXANDER, CECIL FRANCES Dreams I I.
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... mountain's crown , the great procession swept . Perchance the bald old eagle , on gray Beth - Peor's height , Out of his lonely eyrie , looked on the wondrous sight ; Perchance the lion stalking still shuns that hallowed spot , 2 THE ...
... mountain's crown , the great procession swept . Perchance the bald old eagle , on gray Beth - Peor's height , Out of his lonely eyrie , looked on the wondrous sight ; Perchance the lion stalking still shuns that hallowed spot , 2 THE ...
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... mountain snaws ; The man was as straight as a staff that night , But he stoop'd when the morning rose . Still , year and day , as the clock struck NINE , The hour when they did the sin , The wee bit dog began to whine , And the ghaist ...
... mountain snaws ; The man was as straight as a staff that night , But he stoop'd when the morning rose . Still , year and day , as the clock struck NINE , The hour when they did the sin , The wee bit dog began to whine , And the ghaist ...
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Ballinasloe Ballylesson ban mo bawn beauty Bellewstown blessed blow blue bosom boys brave breast breath bright brow cheek Connacht cuckoo dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep Douglas Hyde dream dubh earth Eileen aroon Erin eyes fair fairy flowers Fontenoy forever friends Gael girl Glandore glen glory God save Ireland gold golden gone grave gray green grief hand hath hear heart heaven hills hope hurroo Innisfail Ireland Irish Irish poetry isle Kinkora kiss land light lips live lonely look Machree maid maiden morning mother mountain ne'er neath never night o'er Ossian pale Rapparees rose round sail shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul star sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thou Turloughmore Twas voice wave weary weep wild wind young
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151 ÆäÀÌÁö - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - We may not know, we cannot tell, what pains he had to bear, but we believe it was for us he hung and suffered there.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn.* Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight*» past Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
360 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
306 ÆäÀÌÁö - For the yeo-heave-o , and the heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer, When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last; A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was cast...
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
366 ÆäÀÌÁö - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
471 ÆäÀÌÁö - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold is frail— its date is brief, Restless— and soon to pass away!