My Jubilee Volume. [In Verse.]Author, 1883 - 335 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beam beauty bird bless bloom bowers boys brave breathe breeze bride bright brow charm cheer childhood CORALINE dance dear deemed dream dwell e'er earth echo eyes fade fair fairy flowers fond forget friends gipsy Gondolier grief happy happy days hear heard heart heaven Hero and Leander Killarney knew land Leprechaun life's light linger lonely LORE-LEY love's maid maiden memory merry morning murmuring NAIADES ne'er neath never night o'er once passed Queen Rhine roam rose round roved Santa Claus shine shore Sicily sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow spell spirit spirit band stars stray stream summer sung sunny sunshine sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tide told Tralee tree true Twas twill UNDINE valley of dreams voice wander wave wind wings wonderful tune young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 125 - I knit this knot, this knot I knit, To know the thing I know not yet, That I may see The man that shall my husband be, Not in his best or worst array, But what he weareth every day ; That I to-morrow may him ken From among all other men.
Página 138 - It is a strange and touching fact," remarks also a lady traveller in the same persecuted country, " that every peasant's song in Sicily is in the minor key. One never hears an exception; and their voices are so sonorous, subdued, and patient, that the sound comes forth like that of a soul complaining...
Página 98 - ORD and Father of creation, From Thy heavenly throne above, Make Thy face to shine upon them, Deign to bless their plighted love. With Thy peace, Thy strength, Thy gladness, Bless the bridegroom and the bride, Through the years that lie before them Let Thy light their footsteps guide. T...
Página 315 - There is a land where the roses are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles.
Página 267 - Words of comfort we may hear But they cannot touch the heart, Like the tones, to memory dear, Of the friends from whom we part. Home is home, the wanderer...
Página 267 - W. liLOVSR. ^=^rcrr=9 **. — *=*-L»--»-s-*in2 — fcr-F^— :-» * 1. We may rove the wide world o'er, But we ne'er shall find a trace Of the home we loved of 2. We may sail o'er ev - ery sea, But we still shall fail to find An - y...
Página 124 - To get at his razor the barber he tried : But shave him the barber could not, had he died — So he lathered away, his emotion to hide. The clock it struck nine, the clock it struck ten, Still the barber kept brushing away in his den ; " Brush away !" cried the queerest of queer little men — Eleven it struck, he was soaping him then. The lamp it went out, and the fire it grew dim : Thought the barber, " At last I shall get rid of him," When a couple of lamps, that no mortal could trim, Became both...
Página 129 - There was never a wake, nor a fight, nor a fair, But Terry O'Boon he was sure to be there ; And many's the match that was made, I'll be bound, When his wonderful pipes drew the lasses around ; But Terry himself was a rogue, and it's true It was all one to him whether black eyes or blue, For when his flirtations some beauty would vex, " Arrah, Honey !" he'd say,
Página 129 - O'Roon, That was gifted like him with a wonderful tune! Och, bothering, wheedling Terry O'Roon, Sure he won ev'ry heart with his wonderful tune! THE FAIRY WELL. On! Peggy Bawn was innocent, And wild as any roe...
Página 128 - And sure," said his father, who took up the trade, " St, Patrick himself on thesame may have played; " But none of the p pe-playing house of O'Roon, Like Terry could strike up the wonderful tune. Och, bothering, wheedling Terry O'Roon, He charm'd every heart with his wonderful tune. 'Tis said when he struck up his pipes by the shore, That the fishes danced jigs, and the sea ceased to roar, That the rocs split with laughing, that herring and sprats Should foot it with shell-fish, and round fish, and...