<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tom Moore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moore found the ballads of Green Isle, <br>Were oft obscured beneath the soil<br>As miner digging in a mine<br>Finds rubbish 'mong the gold so fine.<br>So Moore placed dross in the waste basket <br>And enshrined jewels in casket,<br>Where all may view each charming gem <br>In Ireland's grand old diadem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In eastern lands his fame prevails<br>In wondrous Oriental tales ; <br>So full of gems his Lala Rookh<br>Hindoos and Bramins read his book,<br>And dark eyed Persian girls admire <br>The beauties of his magic lyre<br>Glowing like pearls of great price <br>Those distant gleams of Paradise.<br>He sang of Bryan Borohm's glory, <br>Renowned in ancient Irish story, <br>And shows the wide expanded walls <br>Which once encircled Tara's Halls<br>When joyous harp did there resound <br>And Ireland's greatest king was crowned <br>All wars and tumults then did cease, <br>Ireland did prosper great in peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sung of meeting of the waters, <br>And of Ireland's charming daughters ;<br>Great minstrel from his harp both flows<br>Ireland's triumphs and her woes ;<br>Canada doth his fame prolong,<br>While she doth sing his great boat song.<br>And his own countrymen adore<br>The genial, witty, bright Tom Moore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+McIntyre">James McIntyre</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416133" data-title="Tom Moore de James McIntyre" data-description="Moore found the ballads of Green Isle, Were oft obscured beneath the soil As miner digging in a mine Finds rubbish 'mong the gold so fine. So Moore placed dross in the waste basket And enshrined jewels in casket, Where all may view each charming..."></div> </div> </div>

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