Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 17. How Oft Has the Benshee Cried


         HOW oft has the Benshee cried,
         How oft has death untied
         Bright links that Glory wove,
         Sweet bonds entwined by Love.
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth;
         Long may the fair and brave,
         Sigh oer the heros grave.

         Were fallen upon gloomy days!
         Star after star decays.
         Every bright name, that shed
         Light oer the land, is fled.
Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth
Lost joy, or hope that neer returneth:
         But brightly flows the tear,
         Wept oer a heros bier.

         Quenchd are our beacon lights 
         Thou, of the Hundred Fights!
         Thou, on whose burning tongue
         Truth, peace, and freedom hung!
Both mute,  but long as valour shineth,
Or mercys soul at war repineth,
         So long shall Erins pride
         Tell how they lived and died.



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 68


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