Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 46. Avenging and Bright

          AVENGING and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
                On him who the brave sons of Usna betrayd! 
          For every fond eye he hath wakend a tear in
                A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep oer her blade.

          By the red cloud that hung over Conors dark dwelling,
                When Ulads three champions lay sleeping in gore 
          By the billows of war, which so often, high swelling
                Have wafted these heroes to victorys shore 

          We swear to avenge them!  no joy shall be tasted,
                The harp shall be silent, the maiden unwed,
          Our halls shall be mute, and our fields shall lie wasted,
                Till vengeance is wreakd on the murderers head.

          Yes, monarch! though sweet are our home recollections,
                Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall;
          Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections,
                Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 55

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