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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG OF FIONNUALA, by THOMAS MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: Silent, o moyle, be the roar of thy water Last Line: Call my spirit to the fields above? Alternate Author Name(s): Little, Thomas Subject(s): Moyle (river), Ireland | |||
SILENT, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter Tells to the night-star her tale of woes. When shall the swan, her death-note singing, Sleep, with wings in darkness furled? When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing, Call my spirit from this stormy world? Sadly, O Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping, Fate bids me languish long ages away; Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping, Still doth the pure light its dawning delay. When will that day-star, mildly springing, Warm our isle with peace and love? When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing, Call my spirit to the fields above? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY! IN DARKNESS I FOUND THEE by THOMAS MOORE FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR by THOMAS MOORE I WISH I WAS BY THAT DIM LAKE by THOMAS MOORE LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD by THOMAS MOORE RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE by THOMAS MOORE A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE |
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