Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See by Thomas Moore
By Thomas Moore
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam. To the gloom of some desert or cold rocky shore, Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more, I will fly with my Coulin, and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind. And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes, And hang o'er thy soft harp, as wildly it breathes;
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"Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,..."
"Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See" by Thomas Moore is a sad english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Thomas Moore demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;...", this piece explores themes of sad through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Thomas Moore's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.