History & Politics
Ireland
From Lyra Elegantiarum, ed. Frederick Locker (London: E. Moxon, 1867)
History & Politics
Ireland never was contented.
Say you so? You are demented.
Ireland was contented when
All could use the sword and pen.
And when Tara rose so high
That her turrets split the sky.
And about her courts were seen
Liveried angels robed in green.
Wearing, by St. Patrick's bounty.
Emeralds big as half a county.
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MLA
Landor, Walter Savage. “Ireland.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/58/.
Chicago
Landor, Walter Savage. “Ireland.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/58/.
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