. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 9. i> Oh, who that loves Erin, or who that can see, Through the waste of her annals, that epoch sublime— Like a pyramid raised in the desert—where heAnd his glory stand out to the eyes of all time; That one lucid interval, snatchd from the gloomAnd the madness of ages, when filld with his soul, A Nation oerleapd the dark bounds of her doom,And for one sacred instant, touchd Libertys goal? Who, that ever hath heard him—hath drank at the sourceOf that wonderful eloquence, all Erins own, In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 9. i> Oh, who that loves Erin, or who that can see, Through the waste of her annals, that epoch sublime— Like a pyramid raised in the desert—where heAnd his glory stand out to the eyes of all time; That one lucid interval, snatchd from the gloomAnd the madness of ages, when filld with his soul, A Nation oerleapd the dark bounds of her doom,And for one sacred instant, touchd Libertys goal? Who, that ever hath heard him—hath drank at the sourceOf that wonderful eloquence, all Erins own, In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire, and the the yet untamed spring of her spirit are shown ? An eloquence rich, wheresoever its wave Wanderd free and triumphant, with thoughts thatshone through, As clear as the brooks stone of lustre, and the flash of the gem, its solidity too. Who, that ever approachd him, when free from the crowd,In a home full of love, he delighted to tread Mong the trees which a nation had givn, and which bowd,As if each brought a new civic crown for h
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