Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time


OH for the swords of former time!
      Oh for the men who bore them,
When, armd for Right, they stood sublime,
      And tyrants crouchd before them:
When free yet, ere courts began
      With honours to enslave him,
The best honours worn by Man
      Were those which Virtue gave him.
Oh for the swords, etc., etc.

Oh for the Kings who flourishd then!
      Oh for the pomp that crownd them,
When hearts and hands of freeborn men
      Were all the ramparts round them.
When, safe built on bosoms true,
      The throne was but the centre,
Round which Love a circle drew
      That Treason durst not enter.
Oh, for the Kings who flourishd then!
      Oh for the pomp that crownd them,
When hearts and hands of freeborn men
      Were all the ramparts round them!



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 70
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 59
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes


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