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>I |
Oh ! come to me when daylight sets ;
Sweet ! then come to me,
When smoothly go our gondolets
O’er the moolight sea ;
When mirth’s awake, and love begins,
Beneath that glancing ray,
With sound of lutes and mandolins,
To steal young hearts away.
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>II |
Gaily sounds the castanet
Beating time to bounding feet,
When, after daylight’s golden set,
Maids and youths by moonlight meet.
Oh ! then, how sweet to move
Through all that maze of mirth,
Lighted by those eyes we love
Beyond all eyes on earth.
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Irish Melodies. |
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>III |
Row gently here, my gondolier. So softly wake the tide,
That not an ear on earth my hear, but hers to whom we glide.
Had heaven but tongues to speak, as well
As starry eyes to see,
Oh ! think what tales ’t would have to tell
Of wand’ring youths like me !
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Irish Melodies. |
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mètre |
profils métriques : 6, 4, 8, 6+6
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