Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular Irish, Sentimental and Comic SongsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1847 |
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الصفحة 14
... hear him play " The wind that shakes the barley , " And then he stroked my flaxen hair , And cried- " God mark my deary , " And how I wept when he said " fare- well , And think of Caoch O'Leary . " Well -- twenty summers had gone past ...
... hear him play " The wind that shakes the barley , " And then he stroked my flaxen hair , And cried- " God mark my deary , " And how I wept when he said " fare- well , And think of Caoch O'Leary . " Well -- twenty summers had gone past ...
الصفحة 38
... hear it spake , Oh ! nobody but me . There is a little spot of ground Behind the chapel wall , It's nothing but a tiny mound , Without a stone at all ; It rises like my heart just now , It makes a dawny hill ; It's from below the voice ...
... hear it spake , Oh ! nobody but me . There is a little spot of ground Behind the chapel wall , It's nothing but a tiny mound , Without a stone at all ; It rises like my heart just now , It makes a dawny hill ; It's from below the voice ...
الصفحة 52
... hear all a lover can say , And speak out the words he now whis- pers to me , My Aileen Mavourneen , acushlamachree . DERMOT ASTHORE . O , DERMOT ASTHORE , between waking and sleeping , I heard tay dear voice and wept to its lay , Every ...
... hear all a lover can say , And speak out the words he now whis- pers to me , My Aileen Mavourneen , acushlamachree . DERMOT ASTHORE . O , DERMOT ASTHORE , between waking and sleeping , I heard tay dear voice and wept to its lay , Every ...
الصفحة 58
... hear of the Blarney That's found near the banks of Killar- ney ? Believe it from me , No girl's heart is free , Once she hears the sweet sound of the Blarney . The Blarney's so great a deceiver , That a girl thinks you're there tho ...
... hear of the Blarney That's found near the banks of Killar- ney ? Believe it from me , No girl's heart is free , Once she hears the sweet sound of the Blarney . The Blarney's so great a deceiver , That a girl thinks you're there tho ...
الصفحة 76
... hear . " But , mother , you know the fiddle hangs just behind the chink , • And the wind upon the string is play . ing a tune , I think . " ( Dog barks . ) " The dog is barking now , and the fiddle 76 THE EMERALD SONGSTER.
... hear . " But , mother , you know the fiddle hangs just behind the chink , • And the wind upon the string is play . ing a tune , I think . " ( Dog barks . ) " The dog is barking now , and the fiddle 76 THE EMERALD SONGSTER.
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Annie Lisle Ballyporeen Barney O'Hea beautiful Ben Bolt bird blarney bless blooming bonnie boys brave bride bright Charlie charming cheer Colleen Bawn colleen dhas cruthin Constantinople cottage cruthin darling dream Dublin lasses e'er Erin Erin's eyes fair farewell Fermoy flowers friends Garnavilla GEORGE LINLEY girl God save Ireland gone green happy heart Highland hills hone Isle jaunting car Johnny Sands Kate Kathleen kiss Lady land lassie live lonely love thee lover maid maiden Malone Mary Mary Astore mavourneen merry minstrel boy Molly dear morning mother mountains ne'er never night Norah o'er Old Ireland Ould poor ral lal river Lee roam round SAMUEL LOVER shamrock Shan van Vocht shining shore shuile sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow star sure sweet tears tell there's thine thou thousand a-year true Twas voice wave wear weep wild young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
الصفحة 8 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
الصفحة 9 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
الصفحة 112 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
الصفحة 8 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 51 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
الصفحة 54 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
الصفحة 160 - ... flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, .Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh...
الصفحة 14 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
الصفحة 54 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...