The life of Thomas Moore. Centenary edDublin, 1879 - 256 páginas |
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... land . I have also drawn MOORE as a Catholic , and this through no sectarian feeling , nor through any forgetfulness of the fact that the fame of the author of the " IRISH MELODIES " belongs to all Ireland , and is not the exclusive ...
... land . I have also drawn MOORE as a Catholic , and this through no sectarian feeling , nor through any forgetfulness of the fact that the fame of the author of the " IRISH MELODIES " belongs to all Ireland , and is not the exclusive ...
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... land , Moore - the child of Irish Catholic parents - was taught soon in life to feel that he had come into the world with " the slave's yoke round his neck . " The wishes of those parents pointed to the Bar , then the chief avenue to ...
... land , Moore - the child of Irish Catholic parents - was taught soon in life to feel that he had come into the world with " the slave's yoke round his neck . " The wishes of those parents pointed to the Bar , then the chief avenue to ...
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... land , and having left a deputy ( whose defalcations afterwards involved him in heavy loss ) to discharge his duties for a share of the income , he proceeded to America . He was long remembered in Bermuda , and there is a Calabash tree ...
... land , and having left a deputy ( whose defalcations afterwards involved him in heavy loss ) to discharge his duties for a share of the income , he proceeded to America . He was long remembered in Bermuda , and there is a Calabash tree ...
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... land where spirits rest ! PORTION OF A POEM ADDRESSED TO CAPTAIN DOUGLAS Of " The Boston , " on returning with him from America . Think then how happy I follow thee now , When hope smooths the billowy path of our prow , And each ...
... land where spirits rest ! PORTION OF A POEM ADDRESSED TO CAPTAIN DOUGLAS Of " The Boston , " on returning with him from America . Think then how happy I follow thee now , When hope smooths the billowy path of our prow , And each ...
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... land of their birth ( like the bird that abandons the nest which human touch has violated ) ; and in many a song do we hear the last farewell of the exile , mingling regret for the ties he leaves at home , with sanguine ex- pectations ...
... land of their birth ( like the bird that abandons the nest which human touch has violated ) ; and in many a song do we hear the last farewell of the exile , mingling regret for the ties he leaves at home , with sanguine ex- pectations ...
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admiration Anacreon ancient appeared Bannow bard beautiful breath bright called Catholic character Charlemont House Christian dark dear delight Dublin Edinburgh Review eloquence Emmet Erin expression eyes fame fancy father feeling flowers freedom gave genius glory hand happy harp hear heart heaven honour hope hour illustrious Ireland Irish Melodies Irishman land letter light literary living Lord Byron Lord Charlemont Lord Edward Lord Edward Fitzgerald Lord Moira lordship loud applause loud cheers memory ment mind Moore's music of Ireland native nature never noble O'Connell o'er occasion passages passed patriot pleasure poems poet poetical poetry present racter rose sacred saint satire scene Sheridan smile song soul speak spirit sweet talent thee THOMAS MOORE thou thought thousand guineas tion Tom Moore tribute Twas United Irishmen verse voice volume words writes wrote young
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Página 52 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Página 58 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 43 - 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.
Página 43 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 60 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Página 52 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
Página 42 - Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps...
Página 53 - How vain was their boasting! — the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave? Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed — His people are free!
Página 60 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee — but now — " He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop...
Página 44 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...