Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore

RICH and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;
But oh! her beauty was far beyond
Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand.

"Lady! dost thou not fear to stray,
So lone and lovely through this bleak way?
Are Erins sons so good or so cold,
As not to be tempted by woman or gold?"

"Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,
No son of Erin will offer me harm: 
For though they love woman and golden store,
Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more!"

On she went, and her maiden smile
In safety lighted her round the green isle;
And blest for ever is she who relied
Upon Erins honour and Erins pride.

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 46
  3. From Irish Melodies. 57. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own
  4. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 50

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