Ireland for the Irish Rhymes and Reasons Against Landlordism with a Preface on Fenianism and Republicanism. By W. J. Linton, Formerly of the Irish "Nation" |
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“We are betray'd: what matters unto us
“Their surer bargain? we must bear the same.
“They could not see our miseries: light them thus!
“Mayhap they'll read them by yon granary's flame.
“We'll trust to no one now but Captain Torch:
“Let ‘Too-far’ bargain with him, at his porch!”
“Their surer bargain? we must bear the same.
“They could not see our miseries: light them thus!
“Mayhap they'll read them by yon granary's flame.
“We'll trust to no one now but Captain Torch:
“Let ‘Too-far’ bargain with him, at his porch!”
Ay! there is water, plenty,—handy too;
And men: if only will to help were here.
But savage crowds stand round who bandy you
Ill words of hate and bitter gibe and jeer.
“You'll feel, may be, for others while you scorch:
“Ha! ha! he listens now to Goodman Torch!”
And men: if only will to help were here.
But savage crowds stand round who bandy you
Ill words of hate and bitter gibe and jeer.
“You'll feel, may be, for others while you scorch:
“Ha! ha! he listens now to Goodman Torch!”
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House, barns, and stock consumed; and, look again!
Yon sky is lurid too; and there; and there!
Revenge, like a volcano's fiery rain,
Is scatter'd from the wild hands of Despair.
“We'll have no leader now but Captain Torch:
“They'll hear his smooth tongue whispering at their porch.
Yon sky is lurid too; and there; and there!
Revenge, like a volcano's fiery rain,
Is scatter'd from the wild hands of Despair.
“We'll have no leader now but Captain Torch:
“They'll hear his smooth tongue whispering at their porch.
“Too late!” “too late!”—Yet, ere the dream be true,
Bethink you how all interests are the same:
And Love, the Just, the Pitying, captain you!
I hear your answer: from warm hearts it came:
No mocking fiend shall whisper at our porch—
“The darkness of your deeds requires a torch!”
Bethink you how all interests are the same:
And Love, the Just, the Pitying, captain you!
I hear your answer: from warm hearts it came:
No mocking fiend shall whisper at our porch—
“The darkness of your deeds requires a torch!”
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