Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852

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England

by Thomas Moore

That land I love,
Where, like the air that fans her fields of green,
Her freedom spreads, unfever'd and serene;
And sovereign man can condescend to see
The throne and laws more sovereign still than he!

Source:

The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.
 

Other Works

Epistle II. To Miss M. E.Remember The Glories Of Brien The BraveThen, Fare Thee Well!When He Who Adores TheeI Saw From The BeachCome, Send Round The WineNo, Not More Welcome The Fairy NumbersAt The Mid Hour Of NightCome, Rest In This BosomCome, Chase That Starting Tear AwayThe Charms Of WomenNay, Do Not WeepO Thou Who Dry'st The Mourner's Tear.The SurpriseYou Remember EllenErin! Oh Erin!When Time, Who StealsBefore The BattleI Wish I Was By That Dim LakeSong Of Innisfail

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