Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS NATIVE LAND, by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS Poet's Biography First Line: She is a rich and rare land Last Line: This native land of mine. Variant Title(s): My Land Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | ||||||||
I. SHE is a rich and rare land; Oh! she's a fresh and fair land; She is a dear and rare land -- This native land of mine. II. No men than her's are braver -- Her women's hearts ne'er waver I'd freely die to save her, And think my lot divine. III. She's not a dull or cold land; No! she's a warm and bold land; Oh! she's a true and old land -- This native land of mine. IV. Could beauty ever guard her, And virtue still reward her, No foe would cross her border -- No friend within it pine! V. Oh, she's a fresh and fair land; Oh, she's a true and rare land! Yes, she's a rare and fair land -- This native land of mine. | 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 CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS FONTENOY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS |
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