Quote#Freedom
Oh for a tongue to curse the slave
Quote byThomas Moore · 1779–1852
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Part V-VIII: The Fire-Worshippers.
English (original)
Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
— Thomas Moore
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Just as the mind the erring sense believes, The erring mind, in turn, the sense deceives.
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Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
Patience lingers o'er the weedy shore, And, mutely waiting till the storm be o'er, Turns to young Hope, who still directs his eye To some blue spot, just breaking in the sky!