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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PEAL OF ANOTHER TRUMPET, by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN Poet's Biography First Line: Youths of ireland, patriots, friends! Last Line: In one temple with your land's! | |||
I. Youths of Ireland, patriots, friends! Know ye what shall be your course When the storm that now impends Shall come down in all its force? Glance around you! You behold How the horizon of the Time Hourly wears a duskier hue, From all else await we bold Bearing, and Resolve sublime- Youths of Ireland, what from you? II. Will you bide irresolute? Will you stand with folded arms, Purposeless, disheartened, mute, As men hopeless of escape, Till the wildest, worst alarms Of your souls take giant shape? Are you dastards? Are you dolts? Irishmen! shall you be seen With white lips and faltering mien, When all on earth, when heaven above, Torn by thousand thunderbolts, Rocks and reels which way you move? III. Oh, no! no! forfend it, Heaven! Such debasement cannot be! Pillaged of your liberty, You are not as yet bereaven Of that heritage of bravery Which descends to you through ages, And ennobles all-save slavery. Yours, thank God, are manhood still, And the inborn strength of soul, Which nought outward can control, And the headlong chariot-Will, Ever-bounding, never-bending, | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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