Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY MEMORY INSPIRED, by ANONYMOUS Poem Explanation First Line: "by memory inspired, and love of country fired" Last Line: Here's the memory of the heroes that are gone! Subject(s): Ireland - Rebellions;mourning; Bereavement | ||||||||
BY Memory inspired, And love of country fired, The deeds of men I love to dwell upon; And the patriotic glow Of my spirit must bestow A tribute to O'Connell that is gone, boys -- gone: Here's a memory to the friends that are gone! In October Ninety-seven -- May his soul find rest in Heaven! -- William Orr to execution was led on: The jury, drunk, agreed That Irish was his creed; For perjury and threats drove them on, boys -- on: Here's the memory of John Mitchell that is gone! In Ninety-eight -- the month July -- The informer's pay was high; When Reynolds gave the gallows brave MacCann; But MacCann was Reynolds' first -- One could not allay his thirst; So he brought up Bond and Byrne, that are gone, boys -- gone: Here's the memory of the friends that are gone! We saw a nation's tears Shed for John and Henry Shears; Betrayed by Judas, Captain Armstrong; We may forgive, but yet We never can forget The poisoning of Maguire that is gone, boys -- gone: Our high Star and true Apostle that is gone! How did Lord Edward die? Like a man, without a sigh; But he left his handiwork on Major Swan! But Sirr, with steel-clad breast, And coward heart at best, Left us cause to mourn Lord Edward that is gone, boys -- gone: Here's the memory of our friends that are gone! September, Eighteen-three, Closed this cruel history, When Emmett's blood the scaffold flowed upon: Oh, had their spirits been wise, They might then realise Their freedom! but we drink to Mitchell that is gone, boys -- gone: Here's the memory of the friends that are gone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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