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" Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to... "
The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq - Страница 98
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Lectures and [s]ermons ...

Thomas Nicolas Burke - 1872 - 646 страници
...no more. 25 The star of the field, which so often hath poured It's beam o'er the battle, is set; But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light...to victory yet. " Mononia ! when Nature embellish'd each tint Of thy fields and thy mountains so fair,-— Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes, Брой 354

Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 страници
...no more. 106 That star of the field, which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle, is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light us to victory yet. Mononia ! when Nature emhellish'J the tint Of thy fields and thy mountains BO fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should...

The Sermons, Lectures, and Addresses

Thomas Nicolas Burke - 1872 - 436 страници
...Kincora no more. The star of the field, which BO often hath poured Its beam o'er the battle is set; But enough of Its glory remains on each sword. To light us to victory yet. "Mononia 1 when Nature embellish'd each tint Of thy fields and thy mountains so fair. — Did she ever intend...

Irish Melodies and Songs

Thomas Moore - 1874 - 160 страници
...KinkoraJ no more. That star of the field, which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle, is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light...The footstep of slavery there ?" No ! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age...

Poems of Places: Ireland

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 284 страници
...Kinkora no more. That star of the field, which so often hath poured Its beam on the battle, is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light us to victory yet. Mononia! when Nature embellished the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should...

Irish Pedigrees: Or, The Origin and Stem of the Irish Nation

John O'Hart - 1876 - 470 страници
...Kincora no more. That star of the field, which so often had poured Its beam on the battle, is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light us to victory yet." 22. ANCIENT SEMINARIES AND PILGRIMAGES. THE ancient Irish, amidst all their fierce feuds amongst themselves,...

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: With the Life of the Author

Thomas Moore, John Francis Waller - 1879 - 572 страници
...Kinkora no more. That star of the field, which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle, is set; But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light...The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore, ed. with a memoir by W.M. Rossetti

Thomas Moore - 1880 - 642 страници
...J no more. That star of the field, which so often hath poured It* beam on the battle, is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light us to victory yet. Mononia ! when Nature embellished the tint Of thy fields and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes &c

Thomas Moore - 1881 - 900 страници
...field, which so often hath poar'd Its beam on the battle, is get ; But enough of its glory remaius on each sword, To light us to victory yet. Mononia ! when Nature embelligh'd tha tint Of thy fields and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should...

St. Nicholas, Том 11

Mary Mapes Dodge - 1884 - 500 страници
...Kincora no more ! That star of the field, which so often has poured Its beam tm the battle, is set; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light us to victory yet ! " So sings Thomas Moore in one of his beautiful Irish melodies ; and when hereafter you hear or read...




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