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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR OWN LAND, by FRANCIS DAVIS First Line: Is this a time to cut and carve Last Line: And sweep her foes before us! | |||
IS this a time to cut and carve Each other's souls for trifles, When at our hearts the foe's reserve Prepare to point their rifles? Up! up! ye true -- Prepare to do! But hear it, high and low, man: By Erin's faith, One angry breath, And Erin writes you foeman! Our own land, our dear land, The green land that bore us; Let's firmer grasp her bleeding hand, And faction sweep before us. Her page of every bloody trace, Before ye'd dream to close it, To cleanse ye vowed in Heaven's face, And mark ye, Heaven knows it: And sure this day Her green's as gay As when your vows were plighted: And now as then, Ye know it, men, She's full as banned and blighted. Our own land, our green land, The dear land that bore us; Oh, who would drop her bleeding hand, And aught of hope before us. Oh, no! we've none, be Heaven praised, To bite his lip and falter, Till freedom's sacrifice has blazed On every cottage altar; And here we swear By sea and air, Though earth and hell oppose it, However won, It must be done, And that's the way to close it! Our own land, our dear land, The green land that bore us; We'll firmer grasp her bleeding hand, And sweep her foes before us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD AND MY COUNTRY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL MARSH MUSIC by KENNETH SLADE ALLING A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 2. STRUGGLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |
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