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. Indian myth and legend. as. Many were also in-corporated in the great epics, the Mahdbhdrata and theRamdyana, which existed in part, at least, before the riseof Buddhism and Jainism. When Vishnu, the god of mercy and goodness,received recognition as Narayana in the BrahmanicalAge, he was worshipped as the unconquerable pre-server who at the dawn of each Yuga (Age) awoke asthe child of the primordial waters. In one myth herises from a lotus bloom; in another he is supposed tosleep, as Brahma, on the coils of the world-serpentShesha, which is a part of a part of Vishnu. Thisserpent rests on th Stock Photo

RM2AG8TCW–. Indian myth and legend. as. Many were also in-corporated in the great epics, the Mahdbhdrata and theRamdyana, which existed in part, at least, before the riseof Buddhism and Jainism. When Vishnu, the god of mercy and goodness,received recognition as Narayana in the BrahmanicalAge, he was worshipped as the unconquerable pre-server who at the dawn of each Yuga (Age) awoke asthe child of the primordial waters. In one myth herises from a lotus bloom; in another he is supposed tosleep, as Brahma, on the coils of the world-serpentShesha, which is a part of a part of Vishnu. Thisserpent rests on th

. Indian myth and legend. earth, nor air.Being non-existent it resolved, * Let me be. It becamefervent. From that fervour smoke was produced. Itagain became fervent. From that fervour fire was pro-duced. Afterwards the fire became rays and therays condensed like a cloud, producing the sea. Amagical formula (Dasahotri) was next created. Pra-japati is the Dasahotri. Eminently Brahmanic in character Is the commentinserted here: That man succeeds who, thus knowingthe power of austere abstraction (or fervour), practises It. When Prajapati arose from the primordial waters he wept, exclaiming, * For Stock Photo

RM2AG8WHB–. Indian myth and legend. earth, nor air.Being non-existent it resolved, * Let me be. It becamefervent. From that fervour smoke was produced. Itagain became fervent. From that fervour fire was pro-duced. Afterwards the fire became rays and therays condensed like a cloud, producing the sea. Amagical formula (Dasahotri) was next created. Pra-japati is the Dasahotri. Eminently Brahmanic in character Is the commentinserted here: That man succeeds who, thus knowingthe power of austere abstraction (or fervour), practises It. When Prajapati arose from the primordial waters he wept, exclaiming, * For

. Indian myth and legend. umed by the fire of Kapila, a form ofVishnu, who protected the earth goddess, his bride.Sagara was informed that his sons would come to lifeagain and rise to heaven when the Ganges flowed downto the earth. His grandson went through rigid penances,and at length Brahma consented to grant the prayer thatthe sacred river should descend from the Himalayas.Shiva broke the fall of the waters by allowing them toflow through his hair, and they were divided into sevenstreams. When the waters reached the ashes of the slainprinces, their spirits rose to heaven and secured eternal Stock Photo

RM2AG8M14–. Indian myth and legend. umed by the fire of Kapila, a form ofVishnu, who protected the earth goddess, his bride.Sagara was informed that his sons would come to lifeagain and rise to heaven when the Ganges flowed downto the earth. His grandson went through rigid penances,and at length Brahma consented to grant the prayer thatthe sacred river should descend from the Himalayas.Shiva broke the fall of the waters by allowing them toflow through his hair, and they were divided into sevenstreams. When the waters reached the ashes of the slainprinces, their spirits rose to heaven and secured eternal

. Indian myth and legend. tive reasonings of the unknown authors ofthe Upanishads. The Pantheistic doctrines of these ancientphilosophers, however, hardly constituted a religion: theywere rather an esoteric system of belief devoid of popularappeal. But they have been the inspiration of a succes-sion of profound thinkers and eloquent teachers of reveredmemory in India, who infused ancient modes of thoughtwith high philosophic doctrines, and utilized archaic mythsto develop a religion which in its purest form permeatesthe acts of everyday life and requires the whole-hearteddevotion and service o Stock Photo

RM2AG8TYE–. Indian myth and legend. tive reasonings of the unknown authors ofthe Upanishads. The Pantheistic doctrines of these ancientphilosophers, however, hardly constituted a religion: theywere rather an esoteric system of belief devoid of popularappeal. But they have been the inspiration of a succes-sion of profound thinkers and eloquent teachers of reveredmemory in India, who infused ancient modes of thoughtwith high philosophic doctrines, and utilized archaic mythsto develop a religion which in its purest form permeatesthe acts of everyday life and requires the whole-hearteddevotion and service o

. Indian myth and legend. and clouds, and planets and stars, and the spirits also ofProsperity, Religion, Joy, Faith, and Intelligence. Fairiesand elves (Apsaras and Gandharvas) dance and sing thereto sweet music; feats of skill are performed by celestialbattle heroes, auspicious rites are also practised. Divinemessengers come and go in celestial chariots, lookingbright as Soma himself. The heaven of Varuna was constructed by Vishwa-karman (Twashtri) within the sea. Its walls and archesare of pure white, and they are surrounded by celestialtrees, made of sparkling jewels, which always blossoma Stock Photo

RM2AG90W4–. Indian myth and legend. and clouds, and planets and stars, and the spirits also ofProsperity, Religion, Joy, Faith, and Intelligence. Fairiesand elves (Apsaras and Gandharvas) dance and sing thereto sweet music; feats of skill are performed by celestialbattle heroes, auspicious rites are also practised. Divinemessengers come and go in celestial chariots, lookingbright as Soma himself. The heaven of Varuna was constructed by Vishwa-karman (Twashtri) within the sea. Its walls and archesare of pure white, and they are surrounded by celestialtrees, made of sparkling jewels, which always blossoma

. Indian myth and legend. cloud gather in the sky; the tempestbellows, lightnings flash and thunder peals angrily andloud; rain descends in a deluge; once again torrentspour down from the hills and rivers become swollen andturgid. Indra has waged his battle with the DroughtDemons, broken down their fortress walls, and releasedthe imprisoned cow-clouds which give nourishment to hishuman friends; the withered pastures become greenwith generous and rapid growth, and the rice harvestfollows. According to Vedic myth, Indra achieved his firstgreat victory immediately after birth. Vritra, the en-comp Stock Photo

RM2AG95J2–. Indian myth and legend. cloud gather in the sky; the tempestbellows, lightnings flash and thunder peals angrily andloud; rain descends in a deluge; once again torrentspour down from the hills and rivers become swollen andturgid. Indra has waged his battle with the DroughtDemons, broken down their fortress walls, and releasedthe imprisoned cow-clouds which give nourishment to hishuman friends; the withered pastures become greenwith generous and rapid growth, and the rice harvestfollows. According to Vedic myth, Indra achieved his firstgreat victory immediately after birth. Vritra, the en-comp

. Indian myth and legend. o avail, becausethe Asuras devoured it; if a man neglected a part of aceremonial performance, a demon might take possessionof him and accomplish his ruin. One of the terrible Asuras is the demon Rahu, whocauses eclipses by swallowing the sun and the moon, likethe Chinese dragon, the wolf Managarm of Teutonicmythology, and the Grecian demons who devour Helena,the sun maiden, sister of the twin Dioscuri. In theVedic period Rahu was represented by the demon Svarb-hanu. The Asuras of Ocean are the Daityas and Danavas,the descendants of the chaos hags Diti and Danu, andKas Stock Photo

RM2AG906X–. Indian myth and legend. o avail, becausethe Asuras devoured it; if a man neglected a part of aceremonial performance, a demon might take possessionof him and accomplish his ruin. One of the terrible Asuras is the demon Rahu, whocauses eclipses by swallowing the sun and the moon, likethe Chinese dragon, the wolf Managarm of Teutonicmythology, and the Grecian demons who devour Helena,the sun maiden, sister of the twin Dioscuri. In theVedic period Rahu was represented by the demon Svarb-hanu. The Asuras of Ocean are the Daityas and Danavas,the descendants of the chaos hags Diti and Danu, andKas

. Indian myth and legend. Old Vow—Prince Bharata Chosen and Rama Banished—AFaithful Wife and Loyal Brother. Now hear the tale of Rama and Sita, which was re-lated unto the poet Valmiki^ by Narada, the renownedRishi. Be it told that when Valmiki came to know ofthe adventures and achievements of the great prince, hewent towards the river to bathe, musing the while. Itchanced that two fond herons disported on the bank,when suddenly a passing huntsman shot the male bird,which at once fell dead in a pool of blood. Great wasthe grief of the female heron, and Valmikis heart wasso deeply moved by its Stock Photo

RM2AG8GB7–. Indian myth and legend. Old Vow—Prince Bharata Chosen and Rama Banished—AFaithful Wife and Loyal Brother. Now hear the tale of Rama and Sita, which was re-lated unto the poet Valmiki^ by Narada, the renownedRishi. Be it told that when Valmiki came to know ofthe adventures and achievements of the great prince, hewent towards the river to bathe, musing the while. Itchanced that two fond herons disported on the bank,when suddenly a passing huntsman shot the male bird,which at once fell dead in a pool of blood. Great wasthe grief of the female heron, and Valmikis heart wasso deeply moved by its

. Indian myth and legend. tion—Rudra, the nourisher. Give unto me of thy medicines, Rudra, So that my years may reach to a hundred; Drive away hatred, shatter oppression, Ward off calamity. Rigveda^ ii, 33. The rain cloud was personified in Parjanya, who linkswith Indra as the nourisher of earth, and with Agni asthe quickener of seeds. Indras great rival, however, was Varuna, who sym-bolized the investing sky: he was the all-envelopingone . The hymns impart to him a character of Hebraicgrandeur. He was the sustainer of the universe, the law-giver, the god of moral rectitude, and the sublime so Stock Photo

RM2AG9331–. Indian myth and legend. tion—Rudra, the nourisher. Give unto me of thy medicines, Rudra, So that my years may reach to a hundred; Drive away hatred, shatter oppression, Ward off calamity. Rigveda^ ii, 33. The rain cloud was personified in Parjanya, who linkswith Indra as the nourisher of earth, and with Agni asthe quickener of seeds. Indras great rival, however, was Varuna, who sym-bolized the investing sky: he was the all-envelopingone . The hymns impart to him a character of Hebraicgrandeur. He was the sustainer of the universe, the law-giver, the god of moral rectitude, and the sublime so

. Indian myth and legend. 14. i. Yama and his sister Yami, the first human pair, areidentical with the Persian Yima and Yimeh of Avestanliterature; they are the primeval twins, the children ofVivasvat, or Vivasvant, in the Rigveda and of Vivahvantin the Avesta. Tama signifies twin, and Dr. Rendel Harris,in his researches on the Greek Dioscuri cult, shows thatamong early peoples the belief obtained widely that oneof each pair of twins was believed to be a child of thesky. This conjecture is borne out by the name ofYamas father (Vivasvant), which may well be a cult-epithet of the bright sky, * s Stock Photo

RM2AG91NY–. Indian myth and legend. 14. i. Yama and his sister Yami, the first human pair, areidentical with the Persian Yima and Yimeh of Avestanliterature; they are the primeval twins, the children ofVivasvat, or Vivasvant, in the Rigveda and of Vivahvantin the Avesta. Tama signifies twin, and Dr. Rendel Harris,in his researches on the Greek Dioscuri cult, shows thatamong early peoples the belief obtained widely that oneof each pair of twins was believed to be a child of thesky. This conjecture is borne out by the name ofYamas father (Vivasvant), which may well be a cult-epithet of the bright sky, * s

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. Indian myth and legend. heirsway over kings and nobles. The holy men are nolonger the humble servants of generous patrons; they arethe human representatives of the all-controlling deities.Verily, there are two kinds of gods; for the gods them-selves, assuredly, are gods, and those priests who havestudied and teach Vedic lore, are the human gods. The offerings to the deities are consecrated by thefeeding of priests? Even the gods become dependent upon the priests,who provided them by offering sacrifices with the foodthey required, and also with the Soma which gave themlength of years. Indra c Stock Photo

RM2AG8WXW–. Indian myth and legend. heirsway over kings and nobles. The holy men are nolonger the humble servants of generous patrons; they arethe human representatives of the all-controlling deities.Verily, there are two kinds of gods; for the gods them-selves, assuredly, are gods, and those priests who havestudied and teach Vedic lore, are the human gods. The offerings to the deities are consecrated by thefeeding of priests? Even the gods become dependent upon the priests,who provided them by offering sacrifices with the foodthey required, and also with the Soma which gave themlength of years. Indra c

. Indian myth and legend. ence, and a clan or kingdom had its chief priest.The production of new hymns came to an end; thosewhich existed were considered sufficient for all purposes;religious beliefs were systematized, and an arbitrary ritualbecame more and more complicated. There are indications that at an early period a chief orking might offer up a sacrifice, but when the professionof the Brahman became hereditary, no rite could be per-formed unless presided over by holy men. A sacrificemight be rendered futile by an error in the constructionof an altar, or in the order of ceremonial practi Stock Photo

RM2AG8Y7B–. Indian myth and legend. ence, and a clan or kingdom had its chief priest.The production of new hymns came to an end; thosewhich existed were considered sufficient for all purposes;religious beliefs were systematized, and an arbitrary ritualbecame more and more complicated. There are indications that at an early period a chief orking might offer up a sacrifice, but when the professionof the Brahman became hereditary, no rite could be per-formed unless presided over by holy men. A sacrificemight be rendered futile by an error in the constructionof an altar, or in the order of ceremonial practi

. Indian myth and legend. entered topartake of the sacrifices and libations. Indra, who iscalled an accomplished artisan , is lauded as the godwho firmly secured the dominion of air in the frame ofheaven and earth. In another hymn it is told: Indrameasured six broad spaces, from which no existing thingis excluded: he it is who made the wide expanse of earthand the lofty dome of the sky, even he. (V. i, 47. 3,4.) In the work of shaping the universe Indra is assistedby the shadowy deities Savitri, who merged with Surya,the sun god, Brihaspati, Lord of Prayer, who mergedwith Agni, god of fire, an Stock Photo

RM2AG94XM–. Indian myth and legend. entered topartake of the sacrifices and libations. Indra, who iscalled an accomplished artisan , is lauded as the godwho firmly secured the dominion of air in the frame ofheaven and earth. In another hymn it is told: Indrameasured six broad spaces, from which no existing thingis excluded: he it is who made the wide expanse of earthand the lofty dome of the sky, even he. (V. i, 47. 3,4.) In the work of shaping the universe Indra is assistedby the shadowy deities Savitri, who merged with Surya,the sun god, Brihaspati, Lord of Prayer, who mergedwith Agni, god of fire, an

. Indian myth and legend. show that he owed his powerand opportunities to Vishnu. In the Mahdbhdrata the sage Markandeya refers toManu as the great Rishi, who was equal unto Brahma inglory. He had practised rigid austerities in a forest forten thousand years, standing on one leg with upliftedhand. One day while he brooded in wet clothes, a fishrose from a stream and asked for his protection againstthe greater fish which desired to swallow it, at the sametime promising to reward him. Manu placed the fish inan earthen jar and tended it carefully till it increased insize; then he put it in a tank Stock Photo

RM2AG8PH8–. Indian myth and legend. show that he owed his powerand opportunities to Vishnu. In the Mahdbhdrata the sage Markandeya refers toManu as the great Rishi, who was equal unto Brahma inglory. He had practised rigid austerities in a forest forten thousand years, standing on one leg with upliftedhand. One day while he brooded in wet clothes, a fishrose from a stream and asked for his protection againstthe greater fish which desired to swallow it, at the sametime promising to reward him. Manu placed the fish inan earthen jar and tended it carefully till it increased insize; then he put it in a tank

. Indian myth and legend. pecial interest. InEgypt the boar was the demon Set, and the black pigis the devil in Wales and Scotland, and also in a layer of Irish mythology. Hatred of pork prevailed in Egyptand its vicinity, and still lingers in parts of Ireland andWales, but especially in the Scottish Highlands. TheGauls, like the Aryans of India, did not regard the boaras a demon, and they ate pork freely, as did also theAchaeans and the Germanic peoples. Roast pig is pro-vided in Valhal and in the Irish Danann Paradise, but theIrish devil, Balor, who resembles the Asura king ofIndia, had a he Stock Photo

RM2AG8PXB–. Indian myth and legend. pecial interest. InEgypt the boar was the demon Set, and the black pigis the devil in Wales and Scotland, and also in a layer of Irish mythology. Hatred of pork prevailed in Egyptand its vicinity, and still lingers in parts of Ireland andWales, but especially in the Scottish Highlands. TheGauls, like the Aryans of India, did not regard the boaras a demon, and they ate pork freely, as did also theAchaeans and the Germanic peoples. Roast pig is pro-vided in Valhal and in the Irish Danann Paradise, but theIrish devil, Balor, who resembles the Asura king ofIndia, had a he

. Indian myth and legend. save the world from destruction, Shiva swallowed thepoison and held it in his throat. From that time he wascalled Nilakantha, the blue-throated. Meanwhile the demons desired to combat against thegods for the possession of the beautiful goddess Lakshmiand the amrita. But Vishnu assumed a bewitching femaleform, and so charmed the Asuras that they presented theamrita to that fair woman. Vishnu immediately gave the amrita to the gods, butsoon it was discovered that a demon named Rahu hadassumed Celestial form with purpose to drink it. Theamrita had only reached his throat Stock Photo

RM2AG8P98–. Indian myth and legend. save the world from destruction, Shiva swallowed thepoison and held it in his throat. From that time he wascalled Nilakantha, the blue-throated. Meanwhile the demons desired to combat against thegods for the possession of the beautiful goddess Lakshmiand the amrita. But Vishnu assumed a bewitching femaleform, and so charmed the Asuras that they presented theamrita to that fair woman. Vishnu immediately gave the amrita to the gods, butsoon it was discovered that a demon named Rahu hadassumed Celestial form with purpose to drink it. Theamrita had only reached his throat

. Indian myth and legend. ofthe dominant race. We find also that at Hallstatt thebodies of the wealthier class were reduced to ashes .* Insome districts the older people may have maintained theirsupremacy. At Watsch and St. Margaret in Carniola asimilar blending of the two rites was observed . . the un-burnt burials being the richer and more numerous .^ Thedescent of the Achaens into Greece occurred at a dateearlier than the rise of the great Hallstatt civilization.According to Homeric evidence they burned their dead; though the body of Patroklos was cremated, however, the lords of Mycenae wer Stock Photo

RM2AG96ME–. Indian myth and legend. ofthe dominant race. We find also that at Hallstatt thebodies of the wealthier class were reduced to ashes .* Insome districts the older people may have maintained theirsupremacy. At Watsch and St. Margaret in Carniola asimilar blending of the two rites was observed . . the un-burnt burials being the richer and more numerous .^ Thedescent of the Achaens into Greece occurred at a dateearlier than the rise of the great Hallstatt civilization.According to Homeric evidence they burned their dead; though the body of Patroklos was cremated, however, the lords of Mycenae wer

. Indian myth and legend. ivasvat was the son-in-law of Twashtri, the artisanof Nature; he was an abstract deity, and apparently owedhis origin to the group of Adityas. Savitri, who had yellow hair, was of pre-Vedic origin.He was the Stimulator . When he commanded Nightto approach, men ceased their labours, birds sought theirnests, and cattle their sheds.^ During the long centuries covered by the Vedicperiod many schools of thought must have struggledfor supremacy. The Vivasvat myth belongs, it wouldappear, to the time before the elephant was tamed bythe Aryans. Aditi, the mother of the Aditya Stock Photo

RM2AG927Y–. Indian myth and legend. ivasvat was the son-in-law of Twashtri, the artisanof Nature; he was an abstract deity, and apparently owedhis origin to the group of Adityas. Savitri, who had yellow hair, was of pre-Vedic origin.He was the Stimulator . When he commanded Nightto approach, men ceased their labours, birds sought theirnests, and cattle their sheds.^ During the long centuries covered by the Vedicperiod many schools of thought must have struggledfor supremacy. The Vivasvat myth belongs, it wouldappear, to the time before the elephant was tamed bythe Aryans. Aditi, the mother of the Aditya

. Indian myth and legend. so. Withfolded hands she approached her husband and knelt athis feet, weeping tears of joy. Clouded was the brow of Rama; he spoke sternly,and said: Mine enemies are slain, and thou art deliveredfrom captivity, O Sita; but now that my shame is re-moved I have no desire to behold thee. I cannot receivethee as my wife, because that thou hast dwelt in the houseof Ravana. Said Sita: Chaste and innocent have I remained. . .yj O Rama, if thou hadst informed me of thy doubt, 1would have died ere now^ Better is death than thy darksuspicion. Addressing Lakshmana, she then said Stock Photo

RM2AG8EYR–. Indian myth and legend. so. Withfolded hands she approached her husband and knelt athis feet, weeping tears of joy. Clouded was the brow of Rama; he spoke sternly,and said: Mine enemies are slain, and thou art deliveredfrom captivity, O Sita; but now that my shame is re-moved I have no desire to behold thee. I cannot receivethee as my wife, because that thou hast dwelt in the houseof Ravana. Said Sita: Chaste and innocent have I remained. . .yj O Rama, if thou hadst informed me of thy doubt, 1would have died ere now^ Better is death than thy darksuspicion. Addressing Lakshmana, she then said

. Indian myth and legend. fancient India. The profession of the priesthood had certainly itsmercenary aspect; sacrificial fees were fixed as well assacrificial rites, and a not unimportant part of a ceremonywas the offering of generous gifts to the Brahmans, whopresided at the altar. But on the whole the riches thusexpended were not given in vain. As in Egypt, the riseand endowment of the priestly cult was due to the accumu-lation of wealth which enabled a section of society to findleisure for study and the promotion of culture. Aryancivilization in India owed much to the Brahmans. Theyintrodu Stock Photo

RM2AG8XBG–. Indian myth and legend. fancient India. The profession of the priesthood had certainly itsmercenary aspect; sacrificial fees were fixed as well assacrificial rites, and a not unimportant part of a ceremonywas the offering of generous gifts to the Brahmans, whopresided at the altar. But on the whole the riches thusexpended were not given in vain. As in Egypt, the riseand endowment of the priestly cult was due to the accumu-lation of wealth which enabled a section of society to findleisure for study and the promotion of culture. Aryancivilization in India owed much to the Brahmans. Theyintrodu

. Indian myth and legend. onic legend,being associated with Kuvera, god of wealth, whose abodeis situated among the Himalayan mountains. In Kuverasdomain are found multitudes of spirits who do not visitthe world of men as a rule, but remain near the treasurefor purposes of defence; some are of dwarfish stature,some of fierce visage, some hunchbacked, some of blood-red eyes, some of frightful yells; some are feeding uponfat and flesh, and some are terrible to behold; and all arearmed with various weapons, and endued with the speedof the wind .^ The Gandharvas are grouped in tribes, and numberov Stock Photo

RM2AG8YHM–. Indian myth and legend. onic legend,being associated with Kuvera, god of wealth, whose abodeis situated among the Himalayan mountains. In Kuverasdomain are found multitudes of spirits who do not visitthe world of men as a rule, but remain near the treasurefor purposes of defence; some are of dwarfish stature,some of fierce visage, some hunchbacked, some of blood-red eyes, some of frightful yells; some are feeding uponfat and flesh, and some are terrible to behold; and all arearmed with various weapons, and endued with the speedof the wind .^ The Gandharvas are grouped in tribes, and numberov

. Indian myth and legend. rom any teacher, hewrote, we must first of all, like a historical artist, thinkourselves into sympathy with his position. And if inendeavouring to understand the religious conceptions ofthe ancient forest sages, we, at times, find ourselves in diffi- Jculties, it may be that if a saying is hard to understand,it is because we are thinking of something else —we arelooking on India with European eyes and with Europeanprejudices. There is always, said Stevenson, a rulingspirit behind the code of rules, an attitude, a relation, a pointof the compass, in virtue of which we Stock Photo

RM2AG95XK–. Indian myth and legend. rom any teacher, hewrote, we must first of all, like a historical artist, thinkourselves into sympathy with his position. And if inendeavouring to understand the religious conceptions ofthe ancient forest sages, we, at times, find ourselves in diffi- Jculties, it may be that if a saying is hard to understand,it is because we are thinking of something else —we arelooking on India with European eyes and with Europeanprejudices. There is always, said Stevenson, a rulingspirit behind the code of rules, an attitude, a relation, a pointof the compass, in virtue of which we

. Indian myth and legend. The god makes answer: O singer, I am: behold melI am here now, and I am greater than any living being.I delight in the performance of holy rites. I am alsothe Destroyer; I can hurl creation to ruin. Rigveda,viii, 89. I never knew a man to speak so to mc,When all his enemies are safely conquered;Yea, when they see how fierce the battle rages,They even promise me a pair of bullocks. When I am absent in far distant places. Then all with open hands their gifts would bring me . . Lo! I will make the wealthy niggard needy. Seize by the foot and on the hard rock dash him. Ri Stock Photo

RM2AG94BT–. Indian myth and legend. The god makes answer: O singer, I am: behold melI am here now, and I am greater than any living being.I delight in the performance of holy rites. I am alsothe Destroyer; I can hurl creation to ruin. Rigveda,viii, 89. I never knew a man to speak so to mc,When all his enemies are safely conquered;Yea, when they see how fierce the battle rages,They even promise me a pair of bullocks. When I am absent in far distant places. Then all with open hands their gifts would bring me . . Lo! I will make the wealthy niggard needy. Seize by the foot and on the hard rock dash him. Ri

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . /Behold the leafy mangrove, bending Oer the waters blue and bright,Like Neas silky lashes, lendingShadow to her eyes of light. 0, my belovd ! whereer I turn, Some trace of thee enchants mine eyes; In every star thy glances burn;Thy blush on every flowret lies. Nor find I in creation aughtOf bright, or beautiful, or rare, Sweet to the sense, or pure to thought,But thou art found reflected there. gi0, neer did the wave in its element steep An island of lovelier charms;It blooms in the giant embrace of the deep. Like Hebe in Hercu Stock Photo

RM2CDC3T1–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . /Behold the leafy mangrove, bending Oer the waters blue and bright,Like Neas silky lashes, lendingShadow to her eyes of light. 0, my belovd ! whereer I turn, Some trace of thee enchants mine eyes; In every star thy glances burn;Thy blush on every flowret lies. Nor find I in creation aughtOf bright, or beautiful, or rare, Sweet to the sense, or pure to thought,But thou art found reflected there. gi0, neer did the wave in its element steep An island of lovelier charms;It blooms in the giant embrace of the deep. Like Hebe in Hercu

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . u seest,By some enamourd nymph embracd;Look, as slie leans, and say in soothIs not that hand most fondly placd? Upon his curled head behind It seems in careless play to lie,** Yet presses gently, half inclindTo bring the truants lip more nigh. 0 happy maid ! too happy boy! The one so fond and little loath,The other yielding slow to joy— 0 rare, indeed, but blissful both. Imagine, love, that I am he, And just as warm as he is chilling; Imagine, too, that thou art she.But quite as coy as she is willing: So may we try the graceful Stock Photo

RM2CDC3J2–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . u seest,By some enamourd nymph embracd;Look, as slie leans, and say in soothIs not that hand most fondly placd? Upon his curled head behind It seems in careless play to lie,** Yet presses gently, half inclindTo bring the truants lip more nigh. 0 happy maid ! too happy boy! The one so fond and little loath,The other yielding slow to joy— 0 rare, indeed, but blissful both. Imagine, love, that I am he, And just as warm as he is chilling; Imagine, too, that thou art she.But quite as coy as she is willing: So may we try the graceful

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Say, why did Time His glass sublimeFill up with sands unsightly, When wine, he knew. Runs brisker through.And sparkles far more brightly ? Oh, lend it us. And, smiling thus.The glass in two we 11 sever, Make pleasure glide In double tide.And fill both ends for ever Then wreath the bowl With flowers of soulThe brightest AVit can find u? Well take a flight TowrdsAnd leave dul Stock Photo

RM2CDC7EK–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Say, why did Time His glass sublimeFill up with sands unsightly, When wine, he knew. Runs brisker through.And sparkles far more brightly ? Oh, lend it us. And, smiling thus.The glass in two we 11 sever, Make pleasure glide In double tide.And fill both ends for ever Then wreath the bowl With flowers of soulThe brightest AVit can find u? Well take a flight TowrdsAnd leave dul

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^t*tX ask the hour—what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures?The golden moments lent us thus, Are not hi^ coin, but Pleasures.If counting them oer could add to their blisses I d number each glorious second:But moments of joy are, like Lesbias kisses, Too quick and sweet to be reckond.Then fill the cup—what is it to us How Time his circle measures?The fairy hours we call up thus, Obey no wand but Pleasures. Young Joy neer thought of counting hoursTill Care, one summers morning. Set up, among his smiling flowers.A dial, b Stock Photo

RM2CDC79A–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^t*tX ask the hour—what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures?The golden moments lent us thus, Are not hi^ coin, but Pleasures.If counting them oer could add to their blisses I d number each glorious second:But moments of joy are, like Lesbias kisses, Too quick and sweet to be reckond.Then fill the cup—what is it to us How Time his circle measures?The fairy hours we call up thus, Obey no wand but Pleasures. Young Joy neer thought of counting hoursTill Care, one summers morning. Set up, among his smiling flowers.A dial, b

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . t 7 • f Sweet voice of comfort! t was like the stealing Of summer wind thro some wreathed shell— Each secret winding, each inmost feeling «, Of all my soul echoed to its spell, T was whisperd balm—t was sunshine spoken^ I d live years of grief and painTo have my long sleep of sorrow brokenBy such benign, blessed sounds again.^-o r ? jj^ w c kD ® W0U0U humble the banquet to which I invite thee,^ ; Thou It find there the best a poor bard can command :Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee,And Love serve Stock Photo

RM2CDC8A1–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . t 7 • f Sweet voice of comfort! t was like the stealing Of summer wind thro some wreathed shell— Each secret winding, each inmost feeling «, Of all my soul echoed to its spell, T was whisperd balm—t was sunshine spoken^ I d live years of grief and painTo have my long sleep of sorrow brokenBy such benign, blessed sounds again.^-o r ? jj^ w c kD ® W0U0U humble the banquet to which I invite thee,^ ; Thou It find there the best a poor bard can command :Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee,And Love serve

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ;rt ^xin xmmhx tht Mp d M. ^t Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betrayd her;When Malachi wore the collar of gold/® Which he won from her proud invader,When her kings, with standard of green unfurld, Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger;— *Ere the emerald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger. On Lough Neaghs bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eves declining,He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining;Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime; Stock Photo

RM2CDCBFG–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ;rt ^xin xmmhx tht Mp d M. ^t Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betrayd her;When Malachi wore the collar of gold/® Which he won from her proud invader,When her kings, with standard of green unfurld, Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger;— *Ere the emerald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger. On Lough Neaghs bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eves declining,He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining;Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime;

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . §mx ^mii 0f mjj ®0«ttfrjj. ^ f HV Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung oer thee long,^When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have wakend thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness. That evn in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. ^9 ^ii, Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers. This sweet wreath of song is the la Stock Photo

RM2CDCAKA–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . §mx ^mii 0f mjj ®0«ttfrjj. ^ f HV Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung oer thee long,^When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have wakend thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill;But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness. That evn in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. ^9 ^ii, Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers. This sweet wreath of song is the la

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^«i5.- 203 Oh forgive, if, while li^teiiing to nui-^ic, whove breathSeemd to circle his name with a charm against death,lie hhould feel a proud Spirit within him proclaim,Even so shalt thou live in the echoes of Fame: %£v TT i. ?1:S Stock Photo

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . hat haunt me oft, when music seemsTo bear my soul in sound along,And turn its feelings all to song.I thought of home, the according lays „r)Came full of dreams of other days; l^ V /V. ^-s^^iS K^ </^- V ^ ^ Freshly in each succeeding noteI found some young remembrance float,Till following, as a clue, that strain,I wanderd back to home again. 0, love the song, and let it oftLive on your lip, in accents soft.Say that it tells you, simply well.All I have bid its wild notes tell,—Of Memorys dream, of thoughts that yetGlow with t Stock Photo

RM2CDC4MK–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . hat haunt me oft, when music seemsTo bear my soul in sound along,And turn its feelings all to song.I thought of home, the according lays „r)Came full of dreams of other days; l^ V /V. ^-s^^iS K^ </^- V ^ ^ Freshly in each succeeding noteI found some young remembrance float,Till following, as a clue, that strain,I wanderd back to home again. 0, love the song, and let it oftLive on your lip, in accents soft.Say that it tells you, simply well.All I have bid its wild notes tell,—Of Memorys dream, of thoughts that yetGlow with t

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . @h, could we do with this world of oursAs thou dost with thy garden bowers,Reject the weeds and keep the flowers, What a heaven on earth we d make it!So bright a dwelling should be our own,So warranted free from sigh or frown,That angels soon would be coming down. By the week or month to take it Like those gay flies that wing thro air,And in themselves a lustre bear,A stock of light, still ready there, Whenever they wish to use it;So, in this world I d make for thee.Our hearts should all like fire-flies be.And the flash of wit Stock Photo

RM2CDC5J6–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . @h, could we do with this world of oursAs thou dost with thy garden bowers,Reject the weeds and keep the flowers, What a heaven on earth we d make it!So bright a dwelling should be our own,So warranted free from sigh or frown,That angels soon would be coming down. By the week or month to take it Like those gay flies that wing thro air,And in themselves a lustre bear,A stock of light, still ready there, Whenever they wish to use it;So, in this world I d make for thee.Our hearts should all like fire-flies be.And the flash of wit

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . CBnW, the tear and the smile in thine eyes,Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skieslShining through sorrows stream,Saddening through pleasures beam,Thy suns with doubtful gleam, i^f ^/Cftes.. ;i>> Stock Photo

RM2CDCCTY–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . CBnW, the tear and the smile in thine eyes,Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skieslShining through sorrows stream,Saddening through pleasures beam,Thy suns with doubtful gleam, i^f ^/Cftes.. ;i>>

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . <1WuCW lie, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind,Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resignd?Yes, weep, and liowever my foes may condemn. Thy tears shall efface their decree;For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; Every thought of my reason was thine;In my last humble prayer to tlie Spirit above, Thy name shall be mmgled with mine.Oh! blest are the lovers Stock Photo

RM2CDCC76–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . <1WuCW lie, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind,Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resignd?Yes, weep, and liowever my foes may condemn. Thy tears shall efface their decree;For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, I have been but too faithful to thee. With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; Every thought of my reason was thine;In my last humble prayer to tlie Spirit above, Thy name shall be mmgled with mine.Oh! blest are the lovers

RM2CDC89P–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . t 7 • f Sweet voice of comfort! t was like the stealing Of summer wind thro some wreathed shell— Each secret winding, each inmost feeling «, Of all my soul echoed to its spell, T was whisperd balm—t was sunshine spoken^ I d live years of grief and painTo have my long sleep of sorrow brokenBy such benign, blessed sounds again.^-o r ? jj^ w c kD ® W0U0U humble the banquet to which I invite thee,^ ; Thou It find there the best a poor bard can command :Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall throng round, to light thee,And Love serve

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . al eve,T was bliss to live with, and twas pain to leave.^Not with more joy the lonely exile scanndThe writing tracd upon the deserts sand,Where his lone heart but little hopd to findOne trace of life, one stamp of humankind,Than did I hail the pure, th enlightend zeal,The strength to reason and the warmth to feel,The manly polish and the illumind taste,Which,—mid the melancholy, heartless wasteMy foot has traversd,—0 you sacred few!I found by Delawares green banks with you. Long may you loath the gallic dross that runsThrough y Stock Photo

RM2CDC2R5–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . al eve,T was bliss to live with, and twas pain to leave.^Not with more joy the lonely exile scanndThe writing tracd upon the deserts sand,Where his lone heart but little hopd to findOne trace of life, one stamp of humankind,Than did I hail the pure, th enlightend zeal,The strength to reason and the warmth to feel,The manly polish and the illumind taste,Which,—mid the melancholy, heartless wasteMy foot has traversd,—0 you sacred few!I found by Delawares green banks with you. Long may you loath the gallic dross that runsThrough y

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And, a ruin, at last, for the earthworm to cover,The Lady of Kingdoms lay low in the dust 18ri. S/ ^duk of this cup;—you 11 find there s a spell in Its every drop gainst the ills of mortality;Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen! Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.Would you forget the dark world we are in, Just taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it;But would you rise above earth, till akin To Immortals themselves, you must drain every drop of itSend round the cup—for oh there s a spell in Its every dro Stock Photo

RM2CDC752–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And, a ruin, at last, for the earthworm to cover,The Lady of Kingdoms lay low in the dust 18ri. S/ ^duk of this cup;—you 11 find there s a spell in Its every drop gainst the ills of mortality;Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen! Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.Would you forget the dark world we are in, Just taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it;But would you rise above earth, till akin To Immortals themselves, you must drain every drop of itSend round the cup—for oh there s a spell in Its every dro

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ed, but had the thought and all he loved must part ? this fear, I flew and caught image to my heart— Oh Love! is this thy doom ? Oh light of youths resplendent day! Must ye then lose your golden bloom, And thus, like sunshine, die awav ?. Mt plight §ma. ^txiflit the gay harp! see the moon is on high,And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, Young hearts, when they feel the soft light of her eye,Obey the mute call, and heave into motion. Then, sound notes—the gayest, the lightest, That ever took wing, when heavn lookd Stock Photo

RM2CDC625–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ed, but had the thought and all he loved must part ? this fear, I flew and caught image to my heart— Oh Love! is this thy doom ? Oh light of youths resplendent day! Must ye then lose your golden bloom, And thus, like sunshine, die awav ?. Mt plight §ma. ^txiflit the gay harp! see the moon is on high,And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, Young hearts, when they feel the soft light of her eye,Obey the mute call, and heave into motion. Then, sound notes—the gayest, the lightest, That ever took wing, when heavn lookd

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Oh ! they want the wild sweet-briery Which round the flowers of Erin dwells;Which warns the touch, while winning the sense,, Nor charms us least Vvhen it most repels.Then remember, wherever your goblet is crownd Thro this world, whether eastward or westward you roani,When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,^ Oh! remember the smile that adorns her at home. In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail. On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try,Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail,— .But just pilots her oflf, and Stock Photo

RM2CDCBMK–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Oh ! they want the wild sweet-briery Which round the flowers of Erin dwells;Which warns the touch, while winning the sense,, Nor charms us least Vvhen it most repels.Then remember, wherever your goblet is crownd Thro this world, whether eastward or westward you roani,When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,^ Oh! remember the smile that adorns her at home. In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail. On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try,Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail,— .But just pilots her oflf, and

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 376. Where treasons arm by royalty was nervd,And Frenchmen learnd to crush the throne they servd—Thou, calmly lulld in dreams of classic thought,By bards illumind and by sages taught,Pantst to be all, upon this mortal scene,That bard hath fancied or that sage hath been.Why should I wake thee? why severely chaseThe lovely forms of virtue and of grace,That dwell before thee, like the pictures spreadBy Spartan matrons round the genial bed.Moulding thy fancy, and with gradual artBrightening the young conceptions of thy heart. Forgi Stock Photo

RM2CDC36H–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 376. Where treasons arm by royalty was nervd,And Frenchmen learnd to crush the throne they servd—Thou, calmly lulld in dreams of classic thought,By bards illumind and by sages taught,Pantst to be all, upon this mortal scene,That bard hath fancied or that sage hath been.Why should I wake thee? why severely chaseThe lovely forms of virtue and of grace,That dwell before thee, like the pictures spreadBy Spartan matrons round the genial bed.Moulding thy fancy, and with gradual artBrightening the young conceptions of thy heart. Forgi

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ;i>>. Ti[ breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,Where cold and unhonourd his relics are laid :Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed,As the night-dew that falls on the grass oer his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, ^^illTY-v-v Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. ) -^iMi -^^^aiBas^^m Stock Photo

RM2CDCCTH–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ;i>>. Ti[ breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,Where cold and unhonourd his relics are laid :Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed,As the night-dew that falls on the grass oer his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, ^^illTY-v-v Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. ) -^iMi -^^^aiBas^^m

RM2CDC3P7–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . g j^tale ^mx^ txt tbvctx^ Evravda 6e KaOupfiiOTai ?^/niv. Km b, ti fiEV ovofza t] vTjauy.Xpvarj «J av npog ye cfiov ovofia^oiro. Philostrat. Icon. ?S^^^B ^ ^Ult along the flowery bank While many a bending seagrapeThe sprinkle of the feathery oarThat wingd me round this fairy

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And yet, since last ttiy chord resounded, An hour of peace and triumph came,And many an ardent bosom bounded With hopes—that now are turnd to shameYet even then, while Peace was singing Her halcyon song oer land and sea,Tho joy and hope to others bringing. She only brought new tears to thee. Then, who can ask for notes of pleasure. My drooping Harp, from chords like thine •Alas, the larks gay morning measure As ill would suit the swans declineOr how shall I, who love, who bless thee, Invoke thy breath for Freedoms strains.When Stock Photo

RM2CDC7WD–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And yet, since last ttiy chord resounded, An hour of peace and triumph came,And many an ardent bosom bounded With hopes—that now are turnd to shameYet even then, while Peace was singing Her halcyon song oer land and sea,Tho joy and hope to others bringing. She only brought new tears to thee. Then, who can ask for notes of pleasure. My drooping Harp, from chords like thine •Alas, the larks gay morning measure As ill would suit the swans declineOr how shall I, who love, who bless thee, Invoke thy breath for Freedoms strains.When

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^ I dreamt not then that, ere the roUing yearHad filld its circle, I should wander hereIn miisincf awe; should tread this wondrous world,See all its store of inland waters hurldIn one vast volume down Niagaras steep,Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep,Where the blue hills of old Toronto shedTheir evenins; shadows oer Ontarios bed;Should trace the grand Cadaraqui, and glideDown the white rapids of his lordly tideThrough massy woods, mid islets flowering fair,And blooming glades, where the first sinful pairFor consolation m Stock Photo

RM2CDC2K1–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^ I dreamt not then that, ere the roUing yearHad filld its circle, I should wander hereIn miisincf awe; should tread this wondrous world,See all its store of inland waters hurldIn one vast volume down Niagaras steep,Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep,Where the blue hills of old Toronto shedTheir evenins; shadows oer Ontarios bed;Should trace the grand Cadaraqui, and glideDown the white rapids of his lordly tideThrough massy woods, mid islets flowering fair,And blooming glades, where the first sinful pairFor consolation m

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And 0,—such a vision as haunted me thenI would slumber for ages to witness again.The many I like, and the few I adore,The friends who were dear and beloved before.But never till now so beloved and dear.At the call of my Fancy, surrounded me here;And soon,—0, at once, did the light of their smilesTo a paradise brighten this region of isles;More lucid the wave, as they lookd on it, flowd.And brighter the rose, as they gatherd it, glowd.Kot the valleys Heraean (though waterd by rillsOf the pearliest flow, from those pastoral hills Stock Photo

RM2CDC3GH–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . And 0,—such a vision as haunted me thenI would slumber for ages to witness again.The many I like, and the few I adore,The friends who were dear and beloved before.But never till now so beloved and dear.At the call of my Fancy, surrounded me here;And soon,—0, at once, did the light of their smilesTo a paradise brighten this region of isles;More lucid the wave, as they lookd on it, flowd.And brighter the rose, as they gatherd it, glowd.Kot the valleys Heraean (though waterd by rillsOf the pearliest flow, from those pastoral hills

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^XmtiX this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine:Come what will, from earth or heaven. Weal or woe, thy fate be mine.When the proud and great stood by thee. None dared thy rights to spurn;And if now they re false and fly thee, Shall I, too, basely turn?No;—whateer the fires that fay thee, In the same this heart shall burn. Tho the sea, where thou embarkest, Offers now no friendly shore, ,Light may come where all looks darkest, Hope hath life, when life seems oer.And, of those past ages dreaming. When glory Stock Photo

RM2CDC601–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^XmtiX this hour the pledge is given, From this hour my soul is thine:Come what will, from earth or heaven. Weal or woe, thy fate be mine.When the proud and great stood by thee. None dared thy rights to spurn;And if now they re false and fly thee, Shall I, too, basely turn?No;—whateer the fires that fay thee, In the same this heart shall burn. Tho the sea, where thou embarkest, Offers now no friendly shore, ,Light may come where all looks darkest, Hope hath life, when life seems oer.And, of those past ages dreaming. When glory

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . When they ve asked me the manners, the mind, or the mien.Of some bard I had known, or some chief I had seen.Whose glory, though distant, they long had adord,Whose name had oft hallowd the wine cup they pourd.And still as, with sympathy humble but true, (^ I have told of each bright son of fame all I knew.They have listend, and sighd that the powerful streamOf Americas empire, should pass, like a dream.Without leaving one relic of genius, to sayHow sublime was the tide which had vanishd away!Farewell to the few—though we never Stock Photo

RM2CDC2CW–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . When they ve asked me the manners, the mind, or the mien.Of some bard I had known, or some chief I had seen.Whose glory, though distant, they long had adord,Whose name had oft hallowd the wine cup they pourd.And still as, with sympathy humble but true, (^ I have told of each bright son of fame all I knew.They have listend, and sighd that the powerful streamOf Americas empire, should pass, like a dream.Without leaving one relic of genius, to sayHow sublime was the tide which had vanishd away!Farewell to the few—though we never

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 374. set the demon goldloose aoroaa tnat virtues self is sold, iscience, truth, and honesty are madeand fall, like other wares of trade. Already in this free, this virtuous state,Which, Frenchmen tell us, was ordaind by fate,To show the world, what high perfection springsFi-om rabble senators, and merchant kino-s,—Even here already patriots learn to stealTheir private perquisites from public weal,And, guardians of the countrys sacred fire.Like Africs priests, let out the flame for hire.Those vaunted demagogues, who nobly roseFr Stock Photo

RM2CDC37E–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 374. set the demon goldloose aoroaa tnat virtues self is sold, iscience, truth, and honesty are madeand fall, like other wares of trade. Already in this free, this virtuous state,Which, Frenchmen tell us, was ordaind by fate,To show the world, what high perfection springsFi-om rabble senators, and merchant kino-s,—Even here already patriots learn to stealTheir private perquisites from public weal,And, guardians of the countrys sacred fire.Like Africs priests, let out the flame for hire.Those vaunted demagogues, who nobly roseFr

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Lady! dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely tlirough this bleak way? Are Erins sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold? Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,No son of Erin will offer me harm:—For though they love woman and golden store,Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more !. JA A < V, ^J ,/- I V SwI i paiv 0ft lui!Si th^ §ett^h^e aiei ^0W oft has the Benshee cried,How oft has death untiedBright Hnks that Glory wove,Sweet bonds entwind by Love! Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth Stock Photo

RM2CDCC7W–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Lady! dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely tlirough this bleak way? Are Erins sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold? Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,No son of Erin will offer me harm:—For though they love woman and golden store,Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more !. JA A < V, ^J ,/- I V SwI i paiv 0ft lui!Si th^ §ett^h^e aiei ^0W oft has the Benshee cried,How oft has death untiedBright Hnks that Glory wove,Sweet bonds entwind by Love! Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 2U9. (^it^II the Harp then be silent, when he who first gaveTo our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes? Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the graveWhere the first—where the last of her Patriots lies? Stock Photo

RM2CDC6H4–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 2U9. (^it^II the Harp then be silent, when he who first gaveTo our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes? Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the graveWhere the first—where the last of her Patriots lies?

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ,^*i ^ ^ The sea is like a silvery lake, And, oer its calm the vessel glidesGently, as if it feard to wake The slumber of the silent tides.The only envious cloud that lowers Hath hung its shade on Picos height,^Where dimly, mid the dusk, he towers, And scowling at this heavn of light,Exults to see the infant stormCling darkly round his giant form! Now, could I range those verdant isles, Invisible, at this soft hour,And see the looks, the beaming smiles, That brighten many an orange bower;And could I lift each pious veil, And se Stock Photo

RM2CDC571–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ,^*i ^ ^ The sea is like a silvery lake, And, oer its calm the vessel glidesGently, as if it feard to wake The slumber of the silent tides.The only envious cloud that lowers Hath hung its shade on Picos height,^Where dimly, mid the dusk, he towers, And scowling at this heavn of light,Exults to see the infant stormCling darkly round his giant form! Now, could I range those verdant isles, Invisible, at this soft hour,And see the looks, the beaming smiles, That brighten many an orange bower;And could I lift each pious veil, And se

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . WtW—pcHce to tltjj heart. iVtW—peace to thy heart, though anothers it be,And health to that cheek, though it bloom not for meTo-morrow I sail for those cinnamon groves,***Where nightly the ghost of the Carribee roves,And, far from the light of those eyes, I may yetTheir illurements forgive and their splendor forget. Farewell to Bermuda,*^ and long may the bloomOf the lemon and myrtle its valleys perfume;May spring to eternity hallow the shade,Where Ariel has warbled and Waller*^ has strayd.And thou—when, at dawn, thou shalt hap Stock Photo

RM2CDC3T0–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . WtW—pcHce to tltjj heart. iVtW—peace to thy heart, though anothers it be,And health to that cheek, though it bloom not for meTo-morrow I sail for those cinnamon groves,***Where nightly the ghost of the Carribee roves,And, far from the light of those eyes, I may yetTheir illurements forgive and their splendor forget. Farewell to Bermuda,*^ and long may the bloomOf the lemon and myrtle its valleys perfume;May spring to eternity hallow the shade,Where Ariel has warbled and Waller*^ has strayd.And thou—when, at dawn, thou shalt hap

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ®foVt are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown;While voices blithe within are singing, That seem to say Come, in every tone.Ah! once how Kght, in Lifes young season, My heart had leapd at that sweet lay;Nor pausd to ask of greybeard Reason Should I the syren call obey. And, see—the lamps still livelier glitter. The syren lips more fondly sound;No, seek, ye nymphs, some victim fitterTo sink in your rosy bondage bound.Shall a bard, whom not the world in armsd bend to tyrannys rude controul Stock Photo

RM2CDC5GN–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ®foVt are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown;While voices blithe within are singing, That seem to say Come, in every tone.Ah! once how Kght, in Lifes young season, My heart had leapd at that sweet lay;Nor pausd to ask of greybeard Reason Should I the syren call obey. And, see—the lamps still livelier glitter. The syren lips more fondly sound;No, seek, ye nymphs, some victim fitterTo sink in your rosy bondage bound.Shall a bard, whom not the world in armsd bend to tyrannys rude controul

RM2CDC5H1–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . @h, could we do with this world of oursAs thou dost with thy garden bowers,Reject the weeds and keep the flowers, What a heaven on earth we d make it!So bright a dwelling should be our own,So warranted free from sigh or frown,That angels soon would be coming down. By the week or month to take it Like those gay flies that wing thro air,And in themselves a lustre bear,A stock of light, still ready there, Whenever they wish to use it;So, in this world I d make for thee.Our hearts should all like fire-flies be.And the flash of wit

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . g^ B I dard to whisper passions vow,— For love had evn of thought bereft me,- Nay, half way bent to kiss that brow,But, with a bound, you blushing left me. Forget, forget that nights offence, Forgive it, if, alas! you can;T was love, t was passion—soul and sense- Twas all thats best and worst in man. IV That moment, did th assembled eyesOf heaven and earth my madness view, I should have seen, through earth and skies,But you alone—but only you. Did not a frown from you reprove.Myriads of eyes to me were none; Enough for me to wi Stock Photo

RM2CDC3Y2–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . g^ B I dard to whisper passions vow,— For love had evn of thought bereft me,- Nay, half way bent to kiss that brow,But, with a bound, you blushing left me. Forget, forget that nights offence, Forgive it, if, alas! you can;T was love, t was passion—soul and sense- Twas all thats best and worst in man. IV That moment, did th assembled eyesOf heaven and earth my madness view, I should have seen, through earth and skies,But you alone—but only you. Did not a frown from you reprove.Myriads of eyes to me were none; Enough for me to wi

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath lacd it,Not a charm of beautys mould Presumes to stay where nature placd it.Oh! my Noras gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes.Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases.Yes, my Nora Creina, dear,My simple, graceful Nora Creina,Natures dressIs loveliness—The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Lesbia hath a wit refind, But, when its points are gleaming round us,AVho can tell if theyre designd To dazzle merely, or to wound us?Pillowed on my Stock Photo

RM2CDCABB–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath lacd it,Not a charm of beautys mould Presumes to stay where nature placd it.Oh! my Noras gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes.Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases.Yes, my Nora Creina, dear,My simple, graceful Nora Creina,Natures dressIs loveliness—The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Lesbia hath a wit refind, But, when its points are gleaming round us,AVho can tell if theyre designd To dazzle merely, or to wound us?Pillowed on my

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RM2CDC7FE–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Say, why did Time His glass sublimeFill up with sands unsightly, When wine, he knew. Runs brisker through.And sparkles far more brightly ? Oh, lend it us. And, smiling thus.The glass in two we 11 sever, Make pleasure glide In double tide.And fill both ends for ever Then wreath the bowl With flowers of soulThe brightest AVit can find u? Well take a flight TowrdsAnd leave dul.

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^m^ m ^ m gt fe not tht Un at thb mt^mtni isibd.- 1ft is not the tear at tliis moment shed, When the cold turf had just been laid oer hiin,That can tell how belovd was the friend thats fled, Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him.Tis the tear, thro many a long day wept, Tis lifes whole path oershaded;Tis the one remembrance, fondly kept, When all lighter griefs have faded. .?V) VM-M ^ f%^. Thus his memory, like some holy light, Kept alive in our hearts, will improve them, For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright.Whe Stock Photo

RM2CDCA81–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^m^ m ^ m gt fe not tht Un at thb mt^mtni isibd.- 1ft is not the tear at tliis moment shed, When the cold turf had just been laid oer hiin,That can tell how belovd was the friend thats fled, Or how deep in our hearts we deplore him.Tis the tear, thro many a long day wept, Tis lifes whole path oershaded;Tis the one remembrance, fondly kept, When all lighter griefs have faded. .?V) VM-M ^ f%^. Thus his memory, like some holy light, Kept alive in our hearts, will improve them, For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright.Whe

RM2CDCBER–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ;rt ^xin xmmhx tht Mp d M. ^t Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betrayd her;When Malachi wore the collar of gold/® Which he won from her proud invader,When her kings, with standard of green unfurld, Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger;— *Ere the emerald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger. On Lough Neaghs bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eves declining,He sees the round towers of other days In the wave beneath him shining;Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime;

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 9. i> Oh, who that loves Erin, or who that can see, Through the waste of her annals, that epoch sublime— Like a pyramid raised in the desert—where heAnd his glory stand out to the eyes of all time; That one lucid interval, snatchd from the gloomAnd the madness of ages, when filld with his soul, A Nation oerleapd the dark bounds of her doom,And for one sacred instant, touchd Libertys goal? Who, that ever hath heard him—hath drank at the sourceOf that wonderful eloquence, all Erins own, In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire Stock Photo

RM2CDC6CJ–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 9. i> Oh, who that loves Erin, or who that can see, Through the waste of her annals, that epoch sublime— Like a pyramid raised in the desert—where heAnd his glory stand out to the eyes of all time; That one lucid interval, snatchd from the gloomAnd the madness of ages, when filld with his soul, A Nation oerleapd the dark bounds of her doom,And for one sacred instant, touchd Libertys goal? Who, that ever hath heard him—hath drank at the sourceOf that wonderful eloquence, all Erins own, In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . |>.a Ill seek, to whisper it in thine ear, Some shore where the Spirit of Silence sleeps; Where summers wave unmurmuring dies,Nor fay can hear the fountains gush; Where, if but a note her night-bird sighs,The rose saith, chidingly, Hush, sweet, hush There, amid the deep silence of that hour. When stars can be heard in ocean dip.Thyself shall, under some rosy bower, Sit mute, with thy finger on thy lip:Like him, the boy, who born among The flowers that on the Nile-stream blushSits ever thus,—his only song To earth and heaven, Stock Photo

RM2CDC68G–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . |>.a Ill seek, to whisper it in thine ear, Some shore where the Spirit of Silence sleeps; Where summers wave unmurmuring dies,Nor fay can hear the fountains gush; Where, if but a note her night-bird sighs,The rose saith, chidingly, Hush, sweet, hush There, amid the deep silence of that hour. When stars can be heard in ocean dip.Thyself shall, under some rosy bower, Sit mute, with thy finger on thy lip:Like him, the boy, who born among The flowers that on the Nile-stream blushSits ever thus,—his only song To earth and heaven,

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . g ^Jlttt thy form in youthful prime,Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time,And waste in bloom away, Mary! Yet still thy features wore that lic^ht.Which fleets not with the breath; And life neer lookd more truly brightThan in thy smile of death, Mary As streams that run oer golden mines. Yet humbly, calmly glide,Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide, Mary!So veild beneath the simplest guise, Thy radiant genius shone.And that which charmd all other eyes,,,:;<xSeemd worthless Stock Photo

RM2CDCA36–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . g ^Jlttt thy form in youthful prime,Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of Time,And waste in bloom away, Mary! Yet still thy features wore that lic^ht.Which fleets not with the breath; And life neer lookd more truly brightThan in thy smile of death, Mary As streams that run oer golden mines. Yet humbly, calmly glide,Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide, Mary!So veild beneath the simplest guise, Thy radiant genius shone.And that which charmd all other eyes,,,:;<xSeemd worthless

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . so blindly sheds Her brightest halo round the weakest heads, Found thee undazzled, tranquil as before, Proud to be useful, scorning to be more; Less raovd by glorys than by dutys claim, Renown the meed, but self-applause the aim; All that thou wert reflects less fame on thee, Far less, than all thou didst/orJea?- to be. Nor yet the patriot of one land alone,— For, thine s a name all nations claim their own; And every shore, where breathd the good and brave, Echod the plaudits thy own country gave. Now look, my friend, where fai Stock Photo

RM2CDC31C–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . so blindly sheds Her brightest halo round the weakest heads, Found thee undazzled, tranquil as before, Proud to be useful, scorning to be more; Less raovd by glorys than by dutys claim, Renown the meed, but self-applause the aim; All that thou wert reflects less fame on thee, Far less, than all thou didst/orJea?- to be. Nor yet the patriot of one land alone,— For, thine s a name all nations claim their own; And every shore, where breathd the good and brave, Echod the plaudits thy own country gave. Now look, my friend, where fai

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . -^^ ?¥, ^ Before I laid me down to sleep,A while I from the lattice gazd Tjpon that still and moonlight deep, With isles like floating gardens raisd,^/ For Ariel there his sports to keep; While, gliding twixt their leafy shores The lone night fisher plied his oars. I felt,—so strongly fancys powerCame oer me in that witching hour,—As if the whole bright scenery there Were lighted by a Grecian sky,And I then breathd the blissful air That late had thrilld to Sapphos sigh. Thus, waking, dreamt 1,—and when SleepCame oer my sense, t Stock Photo

RM2CDC405–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . -^^ ?¥, ^ Before I laid me down to sleep,A while I from the lattice gazd Tjpon that still and moonlight deep, With isles like floating gardens raisd,^/ For Ariel there his sports to keep; While, gliding twixt their leafy shores The lone night fisher plied his oars. I felt,—so strongly fancys powerCame oer me in that witching hour,—As if the whole bright scenery there Were lighted by a Grecian sky,And I then breathd the blissful air That late had thrilld to Sapphos sigh. Thus, waking, dreamt 1,—and when SleepCame oer my sense, t

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^Ixt x^ Uk fxom tht latti IXt is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,And lovers are round her, sighing:But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,Every note which he lovd awaking;— Ah! httle they think who delight in her strains,How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. He had livd for his love, for his country he died.They were all that to hfe had entwind him; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried.Nor long will his Stock Photo

RM2CDC9TN–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^Ixt x^ Uk fxom tht latti IXt is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,And lovers are round her, sighing:But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,Every note which he lovd awaking;— Ah! httle they think who delight in her strains,How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. He had livd for his love, for his country he died.They were all that to hfe had entwind him; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried.Nor long will his

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . On her who, in thy fortunes fall, With smiles had still receivd thee,And gladly died to prove thee allHer fancy first believd thee.Go—go—tis vain to curse, T is weakness to upbraid thee;Hate cannot wish thee worse Than guilt and shame have made thee. Stock Photo

RM2CDC8G4–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . On her who, in thy fortunes fall, With smiles had still receivd thee,And gladly died to prove thee allHer fancy first believd thee.Go—go—tis vain to curse, T is weakness to upbraid thee;Hate cannot wish thee worse Than guilt and shame have made thee.

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . That little Bay, wliere turning inFrom oceans rude and angry din, As lovers steal to bliss,The billows kiss the shore, and thenFlow back into the deep again. As though they did not kiss. Remember, oer its circling flood In what a dangerous dream we stood— The silent sea before us,Around us, all the gloom of grove,That ever lent its shade to love, No eye but heavens oer us! I saw you blush, you felt me tremble.In vain would formal art dissemble All we then lookd and thought;T was more than tongue could dare reveal,Twas evry thin Stock Photo

RM2CDC457–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . That little Bay, wliere turning inFrom oceans rude and angry din, As lovers steal to bliss,The billows kiss the shore, and thenFlow back into the deep again. As though they did not kiss. Remember, oer its circling flood In what a dangerous dream we stood— The silent sea before us,Around us, all the gloom of grove,That ever lent its shade to love, No eye but heavens oer us! I saw you blush, you felt me tremble.In vain would formal art dissemble All we then lookd and thought;T was more than tongue could dare reveal,Twas evry thin

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Nor frown was seen through skyNor tear oer leaf or sod, When first on their Isle of DestinyOur great forefathers trod. ^mt in (Rx0xc&^ U wmtkx m.. ^Wtit in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, whereer we roved— This, this the doom must be Of all who ve loved, and lived to see The few bright things they thought would stay Wut For ever near them, die away. Tho fairer forms around us throng.Their smiles to others all belong,And want that charm which dwells Stock Photo

RM2CDC5K7–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Nor frown was seen through skyNor tear oer leaf or sod, When first on their Isle of DestinyOur great forefathers trod. ^mt in (Rx0xc&^ U wmtkx m.. ^Wtit in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved Shed round us once, whereer we roved— This, this the doom must be Of all who ve loved, and lived to see The few bright things they thought would stay Wut For ever near them, die away. Tho fairer forms around us throng.Their smiles to others all belong,And want that charm which dwells

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . For hearth and shrine, for sire and son,Smiles on the dusky webs that hideHis sleeping swords reciTiizfr d pride.While Peace, with sonny cheeks of toil.Walks oer the free, unlorded soil,Efl^ng with her splendid shareThe drops that war had sprinkle • : rreThrice happy land! where he vr ; - rsFrom the dark ills of other ££::e5From scorn, or wants unnerviL^ :t5.May shelter him in proud repose:Hope sings ai^- -Ir rellow sandHis welcome t: itland; The mighty woca, TTiin pomp, receivesThe stranger in its world of leaves,J^ Which so Stock Photo

RM2CDC4TJ–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . For hearth and shrine, for sire and son,Smiles on the dusky webs that hideHis sleeping swords reciTiizfr d pride.While Peace, with sonny cheeks of toil.Walks oer the free, unlorded soil,Efl^ng with her splendid shareThe drops that war had sprinkle • : rreThrice happy land! where he vr ; - rsFrom the dark ills of other ££::e5From scorn, or wants unnerviL^ :t5.May shelter him in proud repose:Hope sings ai^- -Ir rellow sandHis welcome t: itland; The mighty woca, TTiin pomp, receivesThe stranger in its world of leaves,J^ Which so

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . For they tell me I soon shall be wafted, in thee,To the flourishing isle of the brave and the freeJ And that chill IsTova Scotias unpromising strandIs the last I shall tread of American land.Well—peace to the land! may her sons know, at length,That in high-minded honor lies libertys strength.That though man be as free as the fetterless wnid,As the wanton est air that the north can unbind,Yet, if health do not temper and sweeten the blast.If no harvest of mind ever sprung where it passc!^Then unblest is such freedom, and baleful Stock Photo

RM2CDC2FG–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . For they tell me I soon shall be wafted, in thee,To the flourishing isle of the brave and the freeJ And that chill IsTova Scotias unpromising strandIs the last I shall tread of American land.Well—peace to the land! may her sons know, at length,That in high-minded honor lies libertys strength.That though man be as free as the fetterless wnid,As the wanton est air that the north can unbind,Yet, if health do not temper and sweeten the blast.If no harvest of mind ever sprung where it passc!^Then unblest is such freedom, and baleful

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . J. ardent man would to himself be new,I Earth at his foot and heaven within his view:I Well might the novice hope, the sanguine schemeOf full perfection prompt his daring dream,Ere cold experience, with her veteran lore.Could tell him, fools had dreamt as much before.But, tracing as we do, through age and clime,The plans of virtue midst the deeds of crime,The thinking follies and the reasoning rageOf man, at once the idiot and the sage;When still we see, through every varying frameOf arts and polity, his course the same,And kn Stock Photo

RM2CDC3CT–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . J. ardent man would to himself be new,I Earth at his foot and heaven within his view:I Well might the novice hope, the sanguine schemeOf full perfection prompt his daring dream,Ere cold experience, with her veteran lore.Could tell him, fools had dreamt as much before.But, tracing as we do, through age and clime,The plans of virtue midst the deeds of crime,The thinking follies and the reasoning rageOf man, at once the idiot and the sage;When still we see, through every varying frameOf arts and polity, his course the same,And kn

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ne Minstrel fell:—but the foemans chain ^^. /f. 1 .=^^/^. ^M =. r^^ r^ :). ®fe ^xcut U tlunlt. ®i)S sweet to think, that, where er we rove, We are sure to find something bUssful and dear,And that, when were far from the lips we love. Weve but to make love to the lips we are near.*The heart, like a tendril, accustomd to cling. Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone,But will lean to the nearest, and loveliest thing, It can twine with itself, and make closely its own.Then oh ! what pleasure, whereer we rove. To be sure Stock Photo

RM2CDC97T–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ne Minstrel fell:—but the foemans chain ^^. /f. 1 .=^^/^. ^M =. r^^ r^ :). ®fe ^xcut U tlunlt. ®i)S sweet to think, that, where er we rove, We are sure to find something bUssful and dear,And that, when were far from the lips we love. Weve but to make love to the lips we are near.*The heart, like a tendril, accustomd to cling. Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone,But will lean to the nearest, and loveliest thing, It can twine with itself, and make closely its own.Then oh ! what pleasure, whereer we rove. To be sure

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Wi^f tempt me not to love again, There was a time when love was sweet;Dear Nea! had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet.But, 0, this weary heart hath run, So many a time, the rounds of pain,Not evn for thee, thou lovely one. Would I endure such pangs again. If there be climes, where never yetThe print of beautys foot was set,Where man may pass his loveless nights,Unfeverd by her false delights.Thither my wounded soul would fly.Where rosv cheek or radiant eyeShould bring no more their bliss, or pain,Nor fett Stock Photo

RM2CDC479–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Wi^f tempt me not to love again, There was a time when love was sweet;Dear Nea! had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet.But, 0, this weary heart hath run, So many a time, the rounds of pain,Not evn for thee, thou lovely one. Would I endure such pangs again. If there be climes, where never yetThe print of beautys foot was set,Where man may pass his loveless nights,Unfeverd by her false delights.Thither my wounded soul would fly.Where rosv cheek or radiant eyeShould bring no more their bliss, or pain,Nor fett

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . With honest scorn for that inglorious soul, Which creeps and winds beneath a mobs control, Which courts the rabbles smile, the rabbles nod. And makes, like Egypt, every beast its god, There, in those walls—but, burning tongue, forbear Rank must be reverencd, even the rank thats there: So here I pause—and now, dear Hume, we part: But oft again, in frank exchange of heart, Thus let us meet, and mingle converse dear, By Thames at home, or by Potowmac here. Oer lake and marsh, through fevers and through fogs, Midst bears and yankee Stock Photo

RM2CDC332–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . With honest scorn for that inglorious soul, Which creeps and winds beneath a mobs control, Which courts the rabbles smile, the rabbles nod. And makes, like Egypt, every beast its god, There, in those walls—but, burning tongue, forbear Rank must be reverencd, even the rank thats there: So here I pause—and now, dear Hume, we part: But oft again, in frank exchange of heart, Thus let us meet, and mingle converse dear, By Thames at home, or by Potowmac here. Oer lake and marsh, through fevers and through fogs, Midst bears and yankee

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . gi ^tudg torn ttu gintiqut ^^U0lUt niy love, the curious gemWithin this simple ring of gold; Tis hallowd by the touch of themWho livd in classic hours af old. Some fair Athenian girl, perhaps.Upon her hand this gem displayd. Nor thought that times succeeding lapseShould see it grace a lovelier maid. Look, dearest, what a sweet design! The more we gaze, it charms the moreCome—closer bring that cheek to mine, And trace with me its beauties oer. Stock Photo

RM2CDC3JT–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . gi ^tudg torn ttu gintiqut ^^U0lUt niy love, the curious gemWithin this simple ring of gold; Tis hallowd by the touch of themWho livd in classic hours af old. Some fair Athenian girl, perhaps.Upon her hand this gem displayd. Nor thought that times succeeding lapseShould see it grace a lovelier maid. Look, dearest, what a sweet design! The more we gaze, it charms the moreCome—closer bring that cheek to mine, And trace with me its beauties oer.

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Oer his watch-fires fading embers jlNow the foeruans cheek turns white, When his heart that field remembers,Where we tamed his tyrant might. Never let him bind again o A chain, like that we broke from then. Hark! the horn of combat calls— Ere the golden evening falls,May we pledge that horn in triumph round! Many a heart that now beats highIn slumber cold at night shall lie,Nor waken even at victorys sound:—But oh, how blest that heros sleep.Oer whom a wondring world shall weep. Stock Photo

RM2CDCAX4–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Oer his watch-fires fading embers jlNow the foeruans cheek turns white, When his heart that field remembers,Where we tamed his tyrant might. Never let him bind again o A chain, like that we broke from then. Hark! the horn of combat calls— Ere the golden evening falls,May we pledge that horn in triumph round! Many a heart that now beats highIn slumber cold at night shall lie,Nor waken even at victorys sound:—But oh, how blest that heros sleep.Oer whom a wondring world shall weep.

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^*i a beam oer tlie face of the waters may glowWhile the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,So the cheek may be tingd with a warm sunny smile,Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throwsIts bleak shade alike oer our joys and our woes.To which life nothinor darker or brighter can brino- o o o For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting— Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stayLike a dead, leafless branch in the summers bright ray;The beams of the warm Stock Photo

RM2CDCC9B–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^*i a beam oer tlie face of the waters may glowWhile the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,So the cheek may be tingd with a warm sunny smile,Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throwsIts bleak shade alike oer our joys and our woes.To which life nothinor darker or brighter can brino- o o o For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting— Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stayLike a dead, leafless branch in the summers bright ray;The beams of the warm

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . râÂ»âA --V 9^; .,^- #â* 276 â g;;fcrr.-vzii:ra=fâ8ZZ7--T=v-^. s5Â£ =tFt coldly she turus from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart iu his grave is ly - ing. b=A-=^r:fc ^2-Â± â!jâKâ^- -:âIs-r i^âs^ 1 ^â^nâTâNâ^2 â^i ^ ^-â.â â coldly she turns from their gaze.and weeps.For her heart in his grave is ly - ing. =^-0 -A -^^: I] ] V ^U^^-^. -0âÂ« i?=^ s=^^^; i; T 5? 2 She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Evry note which he lovd awaking ;âAh ! little they think who delight in her stniins,How the heart of the ilinstrel i Stock Photo

RM2CDC5BD–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . râÂ»âA --V 9^; .,^- #â* 276 â g;;fcrr.-vzii:ra=fâ8ZZ7--T=v-^. s5Â£ =tFt coldly she turus from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart iu his grave is ly - ing. b=A-=^r:fc ^2-Â± â!jâKâ^- -:âIs-r i^âs^ 1 ^â^nâTâNâ^2 â^i ^ ^-â.â â coldly she turns from their gaze.and weeps.For her heart in his grave is ly - ing. =^-0 -A -^^: I] ] V ^U^^-^. -0âÂ« i?=^ s=^^^; i; T 5? 2 She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Evry note which he lovd awaking ;âAh ! little they think who delight in her stniins,How the heart of the ilinstrel i

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . m Ye Blakes and ODonnels, whose fathers resignd)Tlie green hills of their youth, among strangers to find That repose which, at home, they had sighd for m vain,Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light,-J) May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright,And forgive even Albion while blushing she draws.Like a truant, her sword, in the long-sHghted cause Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain! God prosper the cause!—oh, it cannot but thrive,While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive, Its devotion to feel, and it Stock Photo

RM2CDCBAB–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . m Ye Blakes and ODonnels, whose fathers resignd)Tlie green hills of their youth, among strangers to find That repose which, at home, they had sighd for m vain,Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light,-J) May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright,And forgive even Albion while blushing she draws.Like a truant, her sword, in the long-sHghted cause Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain! God prosper the cause!—oh, it cannot but thrive,While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive, Its devotion to feel, and it

RM2CDC8C6–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Her smile when Beauty granted,^bung with gaze enchanted, ^Like him the Sprite,**^ Miom maids by nightmeet in glen thats hauntede him, too, Beauty won me,while her eyes were on me,: If once their rayWas turnd away,winds -could not outrun me..

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . is scaly form.Fancy, with all the scenes enchantment warm.Hears in the murmur of the nightly breezeSome Indian Spirit warble words like these:— A From the land beyond the sea,Whither happy spirits flee;Where, transformd to sacred doves,Many a blessed Indian rovesThrough the air on wing, as whiteAs those wondrous stones of light,* ^ -OS / ^• Which the eye of morning countsOn the Apallachian mounts,—Hither oft my flight I takeOver Hurons lucid lake,Where the wave, as clear as dew,Sleeps beneath the light canoe,Which, reflected, Stock Photo

RM2CDC2KT–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . is scaly form.Fancy, with all the scenes enchantment warm.Hears in the murmur of the nightly breezeSome Indian Spirit warble words like these:— A From the land beyond the sea,Whither happy spirits flee;Where, transformd to sacred doves,Many a blessed Indian rovesThrough the air on wing, as whiteAs those wondrous stones of light,* ^ -OS / ^• Which the eye of morning countsOn the Apallachian mounts,—Hither oft my flight I takeOver Hurons lucid lake,Where the wave, as clear as dew,Sleeps beneath the light canoe,Which, reflected,

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . cftansa^. ©v/i05 6f not f U05 /.K ripoapuivti ta.5(. JEscHYL. Fragmeyit. ^ UtHUt of tranquillity sraild in the westThe storms of the morning pursued us noI I more; And the wave, while it welcomd the moment of rest, J^i ? Still heavd, as rememberino; ills that were ^--^ w*> 0 er. heart took the hue of the hour,were sleeping, were mute as the UQ. beealmd but rememberd their ow the force of the gale that was fled ose days, when to pleasure aloneer granted a wish or a sigh;est emotion my bosom had known,those who were wiser than Stock Photo

RM2CDC56T–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . cftansa^. ©v/i05 6f not f U05 /.K ripoapuivti ta.5(. JEscHYL. Fragmeyit. ^ UtHUt of tranquillity sraild in the westThe storms of the morning pursued us noI I more; And the wave, while it welcomd the moment of rest, J^i ? Still heavd, as rememberino; ills that were ^--^ w*> 0 er. heart took the hue of the hour,were sleeping, were mute as the UQ. beealmd but rememberd their ow the force of the gale that was fled ose days, when to pleasure aloneer granted a wish or a sigh;est emotion my bosom had known,those who were wiser than

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . !^^= -.--t>. -^^ ?¥, ^ Before I laid me down to sleep,A while I from the lattice gazd Tjpon that still and moonlight deep, With isles like floating gardens raisd,^/ For Ariel there his sports to keep; While, gliding twixt their leafy shores The lone night fisher plied his oars. I felt,—so strongly fancys powerCame oer me in that witching hour,—As if the whole bright scenery there Were lighted by a Grecian sky,And I then breathd the blissful air That late had thrilld to Sapphos sigh. Thus, waking, dreamt 1,—and when SleepCame Stock Photo

RM2CDC414–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . !^^= -.--t>. -^^ ?¥, ^ Before I laid me down to sleep,A while I from the lattice gazd Tjpon that still and moonlight deep, With isles like floating gardens raisd,^/ For Ariel there his sports to keep; While, gliding twixt their leafy shores The lone night fisher plied his oars. I felt,—so strongly fancys powerCame oer me in that witching hour,—As if the whole bright scenery there Were lighted by a Grecian sky,And I then breathd the blissful air That late had thrilld to Sapphos sigh. Thus, waking, dreamt 1,—and when SleepCame

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^ @V all the fair months, that round the sunIn light-linkd dance their circles run, Sweet May, shine thou for me;For still, when thy earliest beams arise,That youth, who beneath the blue lake lies, Sweet May, returns to me. Of all the bright haunts, where daylight leavesIts lingering smile on golden eves, Fair Lake, thou rt dearest to me;For when the last April sun grows dim.Thy Naiads prepare his steed for him Who dwells, bright Lake, in thee. Of all the proud steeds, that ever boreYoung plumed Chiefs on sea or shore, White St Stock Photo

RM2CDC5RC–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ^ @V all the fair months, that round the sunIn light-linkd dance their circles run, Sweet May, shine thou for me;For still, when thy earliest beams arise,That youth, who beneath the blue lake lies, Sweet May, returns to me. Of all the bright haunts, where daylight leavesIts lingering smile on golden eves, Fair Lake, thou rt dearest to me;For when the last April sun grows dim.Thy Naiads prepare his steed for him Who dwells, bright Lake, in thee. Of all the proud steeds, that ever boreYoung plumed Chiefs on sea or shore, White St

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . She opend, with her golden key,The casket where my memory lays, Those gems of classic poesy. Which time has savd from ancient days. Take one of these, to Lais sung,—I wrote it while my hammock swung,As one might write a dissertationUpon Suspended Animation! Sweet^ is your kiss, my Lais dear,But, with that kiss I feel a tearGush from your eyelids, such as startWhen those whove dearly lovd must part.Sadly you lean your head to mine,And mute those arms around me twine,Your hair adown my bosom spread.All glittering with the tears y Stock Photo

RM2CDC4C0–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . She opend, with her golden key,The casket where my memory lays, Those gems of classic poesy. Which time has savd from ancient days. Take one of these, to Lais sung,—I wrote it while my hammock swung,As one might write a dissertationUpon Suspended Animation! Sweet^ is your kiss, my Lais dear,But, with that kiss I feel a tearGush from your eyelids, such as startWhen those whove dearly lovd must part.Sadly you lean your head to mine,And mute those arms around me twine,Your hair adown my bosom spread.All glittering with the tears y

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 2S. m?. m if Tis true, in manliest eyes A passing tear will rise,When we think of the friends we leave lone; But what can wailing do? See, our goblets weeping tooAVith its tears well chase away our own, boy, our own;With its tears we 11 chase away our own. But daylights stealing on;— The last that oer us shoneSaw our children around us play; The next—ah! where shall we And those rosy urchins be?But—no matter—grasp thy sword and away, boy, away;No matter—grasp thy sword and away Let those, who brook the chain Of Saxon or of Dane Stock Photo

RM2CDC5TY–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 2S. m?. m if Tis true, in manliest eyes A passing tear will rise,When we think of the friends we leave lone; But what can wailing do? See, our goblets weeping tooAVith its tears well chase away our own, boy, our own;With its tears we 11 chase away our own. But daylights stealing on;— The last that oer us shoneSaw our children around us play; The next—ah! where shall we And those rosy urchins be?But—no matter—grasp thy sword and away, boy, away;No matter—grasp thy sword and away Let those, who brook the chain Of Saxon or of Dane

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . IIG -^ r Says Valour, See, They spring for me,Those leafy gems of morning!—^ Says Love, No, no, For me they grow, My fragrant path adorning. But Wit perceives The triple leaves.And cries, Oh ! do not sever^ A type, that blends Three godlike friends,»Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!t Stock Photo

RM2CDC9JB–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . IIG -^ r Says Valour, See, They spring for me,Those leafy gems of morning!—^ Says Love, No, no, For me they grow, My fragrant path adorning. But Wit perceives The triple leaves.And cries, Oh ! do not sever^ A type, that blends Three godlike friends,»Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!t

. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 23G. V? ^m% tA f ttttii^Wl V Ul^U^ came from a land beyond the sea, And now oer the western mainSet sail, in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny land of Spain.Oh, wheres the Isle weve seen in dreams, Our destind home or grave? ^^Thus sung they as, by the mornings beams. They swept the Atlantic wave. / And, lo, where afar oer ocean shines A sparkle of radiant green.As though in that deep lay emerald mines, Whose light through the wave was seen.Tis Innisfail—t is Innisfail! Rings oer the echoing sea;While, bending to hea Stock Photo

RM2CDC5HP–. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 23G. V? ^m% tA f ttttii^Wl V Ul^U^ came from a land beyond the sea, And now oer the western mainSet sail, in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny land of Spain.Oh, wheres the Isle weve seen in dreams, Our destind home or grave? ^^Thus sung they as, by the mornings beams. They swept the Atlantic wave. / And, lo, where afar oer ocean shines A sparkle of radiant green.As though in that deep lay emerald mines, Whose light through the wave was seen.Tis Innisfail—t is Innisfail! Rings oer the echoing sea;While, bending to hea

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