Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IRELAND, by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ireland never was contented Last Line: Emeralds big as half the county. Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | ||||||||
IRELAND never was contented. Say you so? You are demented. Ireland was contented when All could use the sword and pen, And when Tara rose so high That her turrets split the sky, And about her courts were seen Liveried angels robed in green, Wearing, by St. Patrick's bounty, Emeralds big as half the county. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |
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