Thomas Davis

(14 October 1814 – 16 September 1845 / Mallow / County Cork / Ireland)

Thomas Davis Poems

1. The Sack Of Baltimore 8/1/2012
2. The Right Road 8/1/2012
3. Tipperary 8/1/2012
4. The Surprise Of Cremona 8/1/2012
5. The Vow Of Tipperary 8/1/2012
6. Tone's Grave 8/1/2012
7. We Must Not Fail 8/1/2012
8. The Lost Path 8/1/2012
9. The Penal Days 8/1/2012
10. The West's Asleep 8/1/2012
11. The Burial 8/1/2012
12. The Dugannon Convention 8/1/2012
13. Love And War 8/1/2012
14. The Boatman Of Kinsale 8/1/2012
15. Oh! The Marriage 8/1/2012
16. Self-Reliance 8/1/2012
17. Our Own Again 8/1/2012
18. O'Brien Of Ara 8/1/2012
19. Orange And Green Will Carry The Day 8/1/2012
20. Blind Mary 8/1/2012
21. The Girl Of Dunbwy 8/1/2012
22. Clare's Dragoons 8/1/2012
23. The Battle Eve Of The Brigade 8/1/2012
24. Nationality 8/1/2012
25. O'Connell's Statue 8/1/2012
26. Celts And Saxons 8/1/2012
27. A Song For The Irish Militia 8/1/2012
28. Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill 8/1/2012
29. A Nation Once Again 8/1/2012
30. My Grave 8/1/2012
31. My Land 8/1/2012
32. The Green Above The Red 8/1/2012
33. The Geraldines 5/10/2012
34. The Flower Of Finae 8/1/2012
35. Fontenoy 8/1/2012
Best Poem of Thomas Davis

Fontenoy

Thrice, at the huts of Fontenoy, the English column failed,
And twice the lines of Saint Antoine the Dutch in vain assailed;
For town and slope were filled with fort and flanking battery,
And well they swept the English ranks and Dutch auxiliary.
As vainly, through De Barri's wood, the British soldiers burst,
The French artillery drove them back, diminished, and dispersed.
The bloody Duke of Cumberland beheld with anxious eye,
And ordered up his last reserve, his latest chance to try,
On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, how fast his generals ride!
And mustering come his ...

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O'Brien Of Ara

Tall are the towers of O'Ceinneidigh
Broad are the lands of MacCarrthaigh
Desmond feeds five hundred men a-day;
Yet, here's to O'Briain of Ara!
Up from the Castle of Druim-aniar,
Down from the top of Camailte,
Clansman and kinsman are coming here
To give him the CEAD MILE FAILTE.

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