Author: Moore, Thomas (1779-1852)
Title: Moore's Irish melodies / with symphonies and accompaniments by Sir John Stevenson
Description: London : Longman. Brown. Green. Longmans. and Roberts 1957. New edition. Good copy in the original gilt-blocked cloth. Spine bands and panel edges somewhat bumped and rubbed as with age. Remains quite well-preserved overall. Physical description: vi. 234 pages of music; 25 cm. Notes: With preface and contents. English words. Contents: Go where glory waits thee. -- Remember the glories of Brien the brave. -- Erin. the tear and the smile in thine eyes. -- 'Tis the last rose of summer. -- Oh. breathe not his name. -- When he who adores thee. -- The harp that once through Tara's halls. -- Fly not yet. -- Oh. think not my spirits are always as light. -- Rich and rare were the gems she wore. -- As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow. -- Oh! could we do with this world of ours. -- Though the last glimpse of Erin. -- The meeting of the waters. -- St. Senanus and the lady. -- Sing - sing - music was given. -- How dear to me the hour when day-light dies. -- Take back the virgin page. : [Written on returning a blank book.] -- Though humble the banquet. -- Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke. -- Eveleen's bower. -- Silence is in our festal halls. -- We may roam through this world. -- Come. send round the wine. -- Believe me. if all those endearing young charms. -- How oft has the benshee cried. -- Silent. O Moyle! be the roar of thy water. -- When in death I shall calm recline. -- She sung of love. -- Let Erin remember the days of old. -- Like the bright lamp. -- Oh! blame not the bard. -- They know not my heart. -- While gazing on the moon's light. -- When daylight was yet sleeping. -- By the hope within us springing. -- Night closed around the conqueror's way. -- Oh! 'tis sweet to think. -- I've a secret to tell thee. -- Through grief and through danger. -- Drink to her. -- When through life unblest we rove. -- They came from a land beyond the sea. -- 'Tis believed that this harp. -- Oh! the days are gone. when beauty bright. -- Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high. -- Though dark are our sorrows. -- Weep on. weep on. -- Lesbia has a beaming eye. -- It is not the tear at this moment shed. -- By that lake. whose gloomy shore. -- She is far from the land. -- I wish I was by that dim lake. -- Avenging and bright. -- Nay. tell me not. -- Here we dwell in holiest bowers. -- Oh the shamrock! -- This life is all chequered. -- At the mid hour of night. -- To-morrow. comrade. we. -- One bumper at parting. -- I saw thy form. -- Oh. the sight entrancing. -- The young May moon. -- The minstrel boy. -- Lay his sword by his side. -- Oh! had we some bright little isle. -- Farewell! but. whenever you welcome the hour. -- The wine-cup is circling. -- Oh! doubt me not. -- You remember Ellen. -- From this hour the pledge is given. -- I'd mourn the hopes that leave me. -- The valley lay smiling before me. -- What the bee is to the flowret. -- Has sorrow thy young days shaded. -- As vanquish'd Erin. -- No. not more welcome. -- When first I met thee. -- Sing. sweet harp. oh sing to me. -- While history's muse. -- The time I've lost in wooing. -- What life like that of the bard can be. -- Oh! where's the slave. -- 'Tis gone. and for ever. -- Come o'er the sea. -- Come. rest in this bosom. -- Fill the bumper fair. -- Alone in crowds to wander on. -- Dear harp of my country. -- My gentle harp. once more I waken. -- There are sounds of mirth. -- In the morning of life. -- When cold in the earth. -- Oh! Arranmore. loved Arranmore. -- Remember thee! -- Wreath the bowl. -- By the feal's wave benighted. -- I saw from the beach. -- As slow our ship her foamy track. -- Whene'er I see those smiling eyes. -- To ladies' eyes. -- In yonder valley there dwelt. alone. -- If thou'lt be mine. -- Forget not the field. -- Oh for the swords of former time! -- Sail on. sail on. -- They may rail at this life. -- Ne'er ask the hour. -- Yes. sad one of Zion! if closely resembling. -- Oh. ye dead! -- How sweet the answer echo makes! -- Fairest! put on awhile. -- Sweet Innisfallen. -- Down in the valley. come. meet me to-night. -- Drink of this cup. -- Of all the fair months that round the sun. -- Oh. banquet not in those shining bowers. -- Shall the harp then be silent? -- The dawning of morn. -- 'Twas one of those dreams. -- Quick! we have but a second. -- And doth not a meeting like this. -- The dream of those days. Subjects: Folk songs. Irish. Arranged. Folk songs. Irish. National music Ireland.

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