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Post by RitaMarita on Sept 1, 2016 13:16:40 GMT -5
By: Thomas Moore
Night closed around the conqueror's way, And lightnings showed the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood few and faint, but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, Forever dimmed, forever crossed -- Oh! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honors lost? The last sad hour of freedom's dream, And valor’s task, moved slowly by, While mute they watched, till morning's beam Should rise and give them light to die. There's yet a world, where souls are free, Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss; -- If death that world's bright opening be, Oh! who would live a slave in this? __________________________________________________ catholicpoemsandstories.blogspot.com/2016/09/after-battle.html
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Post by Marya Dabrowski on Sept 2, 2016 6:57:32 GMT -5
Rita, Is this poem written by Thomas Moore and not St. Thomas More?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:59:29 GMT -5
Rita, Is this poem written by Thomas Moore and not St. Thomas More? You're right, it was not the saint.
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Post by RitaMarita on Sept 3, 2016 6:46:10 GMT -5
Lots of laughter... Here I was thinking that it HAD to be the same person, and trying to correct the fact that people did not use saint before his name! ;-)
Thanks for the correction! :-)
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Post by Marya Dabrowski on Sept 3, 2016 6:47:39 GMT -5
Lots of laughter... Here I was thinking that it HAD to be the same person, and trying to correct the fact that people did not use saint before his name! ;-) Thanks for the correction! :-) No problem. I'm terrible with names myself. I just hadn't remember St. Thomas More writing a poem like that.
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Post by RitaMarita on Sept 3, 2016 19:08:32 GMT -5
Lots of laughter... Here I was thinking that it HAD to be the same person, and trying to correct the fact that people did not use saint before his name! ;-) Thanks for the correction! :-) No problem. I'm terrible with names myself. I just hadn't remember St. Thomas More writing a poem like that. Maybe when I am older I will be able to keep better track of things... Or maybe then I will just forget all I have learned!
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