Irish Melodies by Thomas Moore

An online Collection Of Traditional Irish Song & Ballad Lyrics

Original book published Longman, Brown, Green, And Longmans London Circa 1854

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About This Book
Thomas Moore 1779 - 1852 was an Irish poet, singer, songwriter, and entertainer, most remembered for the lyrics of The Minstrel Boy and the The Last Rose of Summer. Born in Dublin, Ireland over his father's grocery shop, his father being from an Irish speaking Gaeltacht in Kerry and his mother, Anastasia Codd, from Wexford. He was educated at Trinity College, and studied law at the Middle Temple in London. It was, however, as a poet, translator, balladeer and singer that he found fame. His work became very popular and included The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls, Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms, The Meeting of the Waters and many others. This collection of Moores's Melodies was published in 1854.
Moore is considered Ireland's National Bard and is to it what Robert Burns is to Scotland. Moore is commemorated by a plaque on the house where he was born and by a large bronze statue near Trinity College Dublin.

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Irish Melodies by Thomas Moore, Contents list & Page Numbers.
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Contents
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Go where Glory waits thee - 0101
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Remember the glories of Brien the Brave, "War Song," - 0103
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes. - 0104
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, When he, who adores thee, has left but the name - 0105
The harp that once through Tara's halls - 0106
Fly not yet; 'tis just the hour - 0107
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light - 0108
Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see - 0109
Rich and rare were the gems she wore - 0110
As a team o'er the face of the waters may glow, The Meeting of the Waters, There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet - 0111
Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle, St. Senanus and the Lady - 0112
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How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, Take back the virgin page - 0114
The Legacy, When in death I shall calm recline - 0115
How oft has the Benshee cried - 0116
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"We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast." - 0118
Eveleen's Bower, Oh ! weep for the hour - 0119
Let Erin remember the days of old - 0120
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"Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water", The Song of Fionnnala - 0122
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief, Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke - 0123
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"Believe me, if all those endearing young charms" - 0125
Erin 1 oh Erin!, Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane - 0126
"Drink to her who long," - 0127
"Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers." - 0128
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While gazing on the morn's light - 0130
Ill Omens, When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow - 0131
Before the Battle, "By the hope within us springing," - 0132
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After the Battle, 'Tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rore, Night clos'd around the conqueror's way - 0134
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The Irish Peasant to his Mistress, Through grief and through danger - 0136
On Music, "When thro' life unblest We rove.," - 0137
It is not the tear at this moment shed, The Origin of the Harp, 'Tis believ'd that this Harp - 0138
Love's young Dream, "Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright" - 0139
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The Prince's Day, "Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them" - 0141
"Weep on, weep on, your hour is past" - 0142
Lesbia hath a beaming eye - 0143
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I saw thy form in youthful prime..... - 0145
"By that Lake, whose gloomy shore" - 0146
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. - 0147
"Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns." - 0148
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin - 0149
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"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers", Love and the Novice, What the bee is to the floweret - 0151
This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes - 0152
Ohl the Shamrock, Through Erin's Isle - 0153
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"At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping" - 0155
One bumper at parting! tho' many - 0156
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"'Tis the last rose of summer," - 0158
"The young May moon is beaming, love" - 0159
The Minstrel boy to the war is gone - 0160
Oh! 'tis sweet to think that where'er we rove, The Song of O'Ruark, The valley lay smiling before me - 0161
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Oh 1 had we some bright little isle of our own - 0163
Farewell I but whenever you welcome the hour - 0164
Oh! doubt me not. - 0165
"You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride" - 0166
I 'd mourn the hopes that leave me. - 0167
Come o'er the sea - 0168
Has sorrow thy young days shaded - 0169
No not more welcome the fairy numbers - 0170
"When first I met thee, warm and young" - 0171
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While History's Muse the memorial was keeping - 0173
The time I 've lost in wooing - 0174
Oh ! where's the slave so lowly - 0175
"Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer...." - 0176
"'Tis gone,' and for ever, the light we saw breaking...." - 0177
"I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining" - 0178
Fill the bumper fair - 0179
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Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee.. - 0181
"My gentle Harp, once more I -waken" - 0182
As slow our ship her foamy track - 0183
"In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown" - 0184
When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd. - 0185
"Remember thee ? yes, while there's life in this heart" - 0186
Wreath the bowl - 0187
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Whene'er I see those smiling eyes - 0189
"If thou 'It be mine, the treasures of air." - 0190
"To Ladies' eyes around, boy" - 0191
Forget not the field where they perish'd - 0192
They may rail at this life from the nour I began it - 0193
Oh for the swords of former time - 0194
Ne'er ask the hour what is it to us. - 0195
"Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark" - 0196
The Parallel, "Yes, sad one of Sion if closely resembling" - 0197
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Drink of this cup -you'll find there's a spell in - 0199
"Down in the valley come meet me to-night,", The Fortune-teller - 0200
"Oh, ye Dead ! oh, ye Dead! whom we know" - 0201
O'Donohue's Mistress, Of all the fair months that round the sun. - 0202
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Echo, How sweet the answer Echo mates, Oh banquet not in those shining bowers - 0204
"The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking", "Thee, thee, only thee" - 0205
"Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave" - 0206
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"Oh, the sight entrancing" - 0208
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"Sweet Inuibfallcn, fare thee well" - 0210
"'Twas one of those dreams that by music are brought," - 0211
Fairest! put on awhile - 0212
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Quick! we have but a second. - 0214
And doth not a meeting like this make amends ... - 0215
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"In yonder valley there dwelt, alone ,", The Mountain Sprite - 0217
As vanquish'd Erin wept beside - 0218
By the Feal's wave benighted, Desmond's Song. - 0219
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"I wish I was by that dim Lake ,", "They know not my heart, who believe there can be ," - 0221
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"She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre" - 0223
Sing sing Music was given. - 0224
Though humble the banquet - 0225
"Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me" - 0226
Song of the Battle Eve, "To-morrow, comrade, we" - 0227
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The Wandering Bard, What life like that of the bard can be - 0229
"Alone in crowds to -wander on," - 0230
"I 've a secret to tell thee, but hush 1 not here" - 0231
Song of Innisfail, They came from a land beyond the sea - 0232
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, The Night Dance - 0233
There are sounds of mirth - 0234
"Oh! Arranmore, lov'd Arranmore" - 0235
Lay his sword by his side - 0236
"Oh! could we do with this world of ours," - 0237
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall - 0238
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From this hour the pledge is given, The dream of those days - 0240
Silence is in our festal halls - 0241
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Information on other books & prefatory notices
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Index of Titles - 0261
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