Sublime Was The Warning Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCDDB EEBFFGGB HHBIIJKB LLBMMNNBSublime was the warning that liberty spoke | A |
And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke | A |
Into life and revenge from the conqueror's chain | B |
Oh Liberty let not this spirit have rest | C |
Till it move like a breeze o'er the waves of the west | C |
Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spot | D |
Nor oh be the Shamrock of Erin forgot | D |
While you add to your garland the Olive of Spain | B |
- | |
If the fame of our fathers bequeathed with their rights | E |
Give to country its charm and to home its delights | E |
If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stain | B |
Then ye men of Iberia our cause is the same | F |
And oh may his tomb want a tear and a name | F |
Who would ask for a nobler a holier death | G |
Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath | G |
For the Shamrock of Erin and the Olive of Spain | B |
- | |
Ye Blakes and O'Donnels whose fathers resign'd | H |
The green hills of their youth among strangers to find | H |
That repose which at home they had sigh'd for in vain | B |
Join join in our hope that the flame which you light | I |
May be felt yet in Erin as calm and as bright | I |
And forgive even Albion while blushing she draws | J |
Like a truant her sword in the long slighted cause | K |
Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain | B |
- | |
God prosper the cause oh it cannot but thrive | L |
While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive | L |
Its devotion to feel and its rights to maintain | B |
Then how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die | M |
The finger of Glory shall point where they lie | M |
While far from the footstep of coward or slave | N |
The young spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave | N |
Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain | B |
Thomas Moore
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Sublime Was The Warning poem by Thomas Moore
Best Poems of Thomas Moore