Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE, by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA Poet's Biography First Line: A nation's birthday breaks in glory! Last Line: "give ireland liberty!" | ||||||||
A NATION's birthday breaks in glory! Songs from her hills and valleys rise, And myriad hearts thrill to the story Of freedom's wars and victories; When God's right arm alone was o'er her, And in her name the patriot band With sacred blood baptized their land, And England's lion crouch'd before her! Sons of the Emerald Isle! She bids you rend your chain, And tell the haughty ocean-queen, Ye, too, are free-born men! Long has the world look'd on in sorrow, As Erin's sun-burst set in night; Joy, joy! there breaks a brighter morrow, Behold a beam of morning light! A ray of hope her night redeeming; And she greets it, though there lower England's scaffolds, England's Tower, And though hireling swords are gleaming. Wild shouts on every breeze Come swelling o'er the sea, -- Hark! 't is her starving millions cry, "Give Ireland liberty!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA DAY-DAWN IN ITALY by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA LINES; TO ONE WHO WISHED TO READ A POEM I HAD WRITTEN by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA ON A PICTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE IDEAL by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE IDEAL FOUND by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA TO AN ASTRONOMER by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA TO ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |
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