Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Ireland: Vol. V. 187679. | | | | Boyne, the River | | As Vanquished Erin | | Thomas Moore (17791852) |
| | | AS vanquished Erin wept beside | |
| The Boynes ill-fated river, | |
| She saw where Discord, in the tide, | |
| Had dropped his loaded quiver. | |
| Lie hid, she cried, ye venomed darts, | 5 |
| Where mortal eye may shun you; | |
| Lie hid,the stain of manly hearts | |
| That bled for me is on you. | |
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| But vain her wish, her weeping vain, | |
| As time too well hath taught her: | 10 |
| Each year the fiend returns again, | |
| And dives into that water; | |
| And brings, triumphant, from beneath | |
| His shafts of desolation, | |
| And sends them, winged with worse than death, | 15 |
| Through all her maddening nation. | |
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| Alas for her who sits and mourns, | |
| Even now beside that river, | |
| Unwearied still the fiend returns, | |
| And stored is still his quiver. | 20 |
| When will this end, ye Powers of Good? | |
| She weeping asks forever; | |
| But only hears, from out that flood, | |
| The demon answer, Never! | | | | |
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