 We are wretches, famished, scorned, human tools to build your pride, But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your hour of pleasure — bask ye in the world's caress ; But our whitening bones against ye will rise as witnesses,...  Literature and the Irish Famine 1845-1919 - Page 203by Melissa Fegan - 2002 - 292 pagesLimited preview - About this book
 | Daniel Daly - Ireland - 1847 - 260 pages
...God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your honr of pleasure—bask ye in the world's caress, But our whitening bones against ye will arise as witnesses, From the cabins and the ditches in their charr'd uncoftin'd masses, For the Angel... | |
 | Lady Wilde - English poetry - 1864 - 258 pages
...your hour of pleasure — baskye in the world's caress ; But our whitening bones against ye will arise as witnesses, From the cabins and the ditches, in...masses, For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes. A ghastly, spectral army, before the great God we'll stand, jAnd arraign ye as our murderers,... | |
 | Lady Jane Francesca Agnes Speranza Wilde - Irish poetry - 1871 - 194 pages
...human tools to build your pride, But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your hour of pleasure- — bask ye in the world's...masses, For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes. A ghastly, spectral army, before the great God we'll stand, And arraign ye as our murderers,... | |
 | Charles Anderton Read - 1880 - 394 pages
...human tools to build your pride, But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your hour of pleasure — bask ye in the world's...masses, For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes. A ghastly, spectral army, before the great Uod we'll stand, And arraign ye as our murderers,... | |
 | Charles Anderson Read - Authors, Irish - 1880 - 394 pages
...human tools to build your pride, But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your hour of pleasure — bask ye in the world's caress; But our whitening bones against ye will no as witnesses, From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffin'd masses, For the Angel... | |
 | English poetry - 1887 - 842 pages
...human tools to build your pride, But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your hour of pleasure — bask ye in the world's...masses, For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes. A ghastly, spectral army, before the great God we'll stand, And arraign ye as our murderers,... | |
 | Martin MacDermott - Ballads, Irish - 1894 - 264 pages
...human tools to build your pride, "But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. "Now is your hour of pleasure, bask ye in the world's...caress ; " But our whitening bones against ye will arise as witnesses, " From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffined masses, " For the... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke, Thomas William Rolleston - English poetry - 1900 - 640 pages
...human tools to build your pride, But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your hour of pleasure, bask ye in the world's caress ; But our whitening bones against ye will arise as witnesses, From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffined masses, For the ANGEL... | |
 | William S. Donegan - Lucan (Ireland) - 1902 - 154 pages
...will yet take vengeance for the souls for which Christ died. Now in your hour of pleasure — busk ye in the world's caress, But our whitening bones...From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred uncoffined masses, For the Angel of the Trumpet will know them as he passes — A ghastly spectral... | |
 | Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche - Authors, Irish - 1904 - 496 pages
...human tools to build your pride, But God will yet take vengeance for the souls for whom Christ died. Now is your hour of pleasure, bask ye in the world's caress ; But our whitening bones against ye will arise as witnesses. From the cabins and the ditches, in their charred, uncoffined masses, For the ANGEL... | |
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