Eliza Cook

(24 December 1818 – 23 September 1889 / London Road / Southwark / England)

The Banner Of Union - Poem by Eliza Cook

Bring the Harp of the West, and the Pipes of the North,
When our Trumpet note calls to the field;
Let the men of old Scotia and Erin come forth,
And our foemen shall see who must yield.

Side by side in the battle, like granite we'll stand,
With a will and a might none shall sever;
For Glory or Death, we will twine in one wreath
Rose, Shamrock, and Thistle for ever.

Our Banner of Union shall float in the wind
Over hearts that have never yet quailed;
The sword shall be drawn and the banner be borne,
By hands that have never yet failed.
Sons of heather! your fame in the fight
Is as old as your glens and your valleys,
Men of Hibernia! let Right ask for Might;
And where is the spirit but rallies.

Side by side in the battle, like granite we'll stand,
With a will and a might none shall sever;
For Glory or Death, we will twine in one wreath
Rose, Shamrock, and Thistle for ever.


Comments about The Banner Of Union by Eliza Cook

  • Paul Amrod (9/4/2017 12:51:00 PM)


    The connotations of blind patriotism with an Anglo Saxon anecdote show how terribly outdated this poem is. It should be buried in the annals of a shameful history, (Report) Reply

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  • Anita Aparajita Das (9/4/2017 12:06:00 PM)


    Side by side in the battle, like granite we'll stand,
    With a will and a might none shall sever;
    For Glory or Death, we will twine in one wreath
    Rose, Shamrock, and Thistle for ever.
    Nicely penned poem.
    Thank you poet.
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  • Sabita Sahoo (9/4/2017 11:15:00 AM)


    your fame in the fight
    Is as old as your glens and your valleys,

    nicely penned. thanks poet.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/4/2017 5:30:00 AM)


    A poem with nice penmanship. Thanks and congratulation to her soul for the poem of the day. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (9/4/2017 2:18:00 AM)


    The flag of the Union is hoisted high iin this nationalistic write. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/4/2017 1:21:00 AM)


    Our Banner of Union shall float in the wind
    Over hearts that have never yet quailed;
    The sword shall be drawn and the banner be borne,
    By hands that have never yet failed.
    Nice to read, thanks poet for the sharing.
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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (9/4/2017 1:20:00 AM)


    Such an interesting poem for the day from ancient time..... (Report) Reply

    Vicky Iliaens (9/4/2017 10:33:00 AM)

    now that is indeed something I totally agree on but I dont know, how do you find the style of writing if I may ask (only the style) . this one got my attention due what it is telling /meaning but I am not (yet) a 100% convinced tough

    Lantz Pierre (9/4/2017 2:15:00 AM)

    The 19th century is hardly ancient times. Much of the world is still recovering from Britain's colonial imperialism from those days and even earlier. Interesting indeed.

  • Vicky Iliaens (9/4/2017 1:11:00 AM)


    I understand the poem and appreciate this way of writing but to be honest I do not find it deep enough, well not for me anyway because I am sure this poem will touch many souls, I just feel it lacks something, I read it over, and over but yes it sure catched my attention and sparkles of emotion but not strong enough like I have usually with other poets writing in the same category, without willing to offend, it is indeed a very good poem but just like tastes are different to anyone, this one needs like a small update or anything, not sure yet, I do come back to this one later on as It putted me up to thinking but not yet liking it... (Report) Reply

    Vicky Iliaens (9/4/2017 10:38:00 AM)

    I only have the most feelings in this awesome part: Sons of heather! your fame in the fight
    Is as old as your glens and your valleys,
    Men of Hibernia! let Right ask for Might;
    And where is the spirit but rallies.
    strong it is!

    Lantz Pierre (9/4/2017 2:11:00 AM)

    It's a rousing bit of patriotic saber rattling for the British Isles. An amalgam of kingdoms come together to take on the world. And dominate. Rallying to defend nationalistic concerns is still a divisive endeavor. It's the ethos of the poem that puts me off, not any failing of its technique, which is quite good for the purpose it's meant to fulfill.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2012



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