<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The valley lay smiling before me, <br>Where lately I left her behind; <br>Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, <br>That sadden'd the joy of my mind. <br>I look'd for the lamp which, she told me, <br>Should shine when her Pilgrim return'd; <br>But, though darkness began to infold me, <br>No lamp from the battlements burn'd! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I flew to her chamber -- 'twas lonely, <br>As if the loved tenant lay dead; -- <br>Ah, would it were death, and death only! <br>But no, the young false one had fled. <br>And there hung the lute that could soften <br>My very worst pains into bliss; <br>While the hand that had waked it so often <br>Now throbb'd to a proud rival's kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a time, falsest of women, <br>When Breffni's good sword would have sought <br>That man, through a million of foemen, <br>Who dared but to wrong thee in thought! <br>While now -- oh degenerate daughter <br>Of Erin, how fallen is thy fame! <br>And through ages of bondage and slaughter, <br>Our country shall bleed for thy shame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Already the curse is upon her, <br>And strangers her valleys profane; <br>They come to divide, to dishonour, <br>And tyrants they long will remain. <br>But onward! --- the green banner rearing, <br>Go, flesh every sword to the hilt; <br>On our side is Virtue and Erin, <br>On theirs is the Saxon and Guilt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</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=530042" data-title="The Song of O'Ruark, Prince of Breffni de Thomas Moore" data-description="The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, That sadden'd the joy of my mind. I look'd for the lamp which, she told me, Should shine when her Pilgrim return'd; But, though dar..."></div> </div> </div>

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