Quote#Freedom
Accurst is the march of that glory
Quote byThomas Moore · 1779–1852
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Irish Melodies (1807–1834), Forget not the field where they perish'd, st. 4.
English (original)
Accurst is the march of that glory Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.
— Thomas Moore
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