<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419045" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead whno Died for Ireland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead who died for Ireland!<br>Oh, these are living words<br>To nerve the hearts of patriots —<br>to steel avenging swords —<br>They thrill the soul when spoken,<br>and lowly bend the head<br>With reverence for the memories<br>of all our martyred dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead who died for Ireland —<br>the noble ones — the best,<br>Who gave their lives for Motherland,<br>Who poured upon her breast,<br>In Freedom's cause, the blood she gave —<br>Who with their dying breath,<br>Sent prayers to God to heal her woes —<br>then sealed their love in death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead who died for Ireland,<br>How hallowed are their graves!<br>With all the memories fresh and green,<br>Oh! how could we be slaves?<br>How could we patient clang the chain?<br>How could we fawn and bow?<br>How could we crouch like mongrels<br>'neath the keeper's frowning brow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be proud, ye men of Ireland!<br>Be proud of those who died;<br>Never men o'er all the earth<br>Had greater cause for pride —<br>Hope and strive, and league for freedom,<br>And again the souls will rise<br>Of the dead who died for Ireland<br>To cheer you to the prize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</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=419045" data-title="The Dead whno Died for Ireland de John Boyle O'Reilly" data-description="The dead who died for Ireland! Oh, these are living words To nerve the hearts of patriots — to steel avenging swords — They thrill the soul when spoken, and lowly bend the head With reverence for the memories of all our martyred dead. The dea..."></div> </div> </div>

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