(1737). Ireland's mourning flagg, Hibernia a droops her flag now waves in air, and mussted bells do tone her fix'd dispair, while great ones live triumphant in her ruin, and loudly joy in iernas ruin farewel poor nation s--t begins to faint, nor strikes his pen, nor ever will he paint the blackned villains and the nations curse, full burning sun we never can be worse. Could they deprive us of that glotious light.
Chicago Style (17th ed.) CitationIreland's Mourning Flagg, Hibernia a Droops Her Flag Now Waves in Air, and Mussted Bells Do Tone Her Fix'd Dispair, While Great Ones Live Triumphant in Her Ruin, and Loudly Joy in Iernas Ruin Farewel Poor Nation S--t Begins to Faint, nor Strikes His Pen, nor Ever Will He Paint the Blackned Villains and the Nations Curse, Full Burning Sun We Never Can Be Worse. Could They Deprive Us of That Glotious Light. Dublin, 1737.
MLA (9th ed.) CitationIreland's Mourning Flagg, Hibernia a Droops Her Flag Now Waves in Air, and Mussted Bells Do Tone Her Fix'd Dispair, While Great Ones Live Triumphant in Her Ruin, and Loudly Joy in Iernas Ruin Farewel Poor Nation S--t Begins to Faint, nor Strikes His Pen, nor Ever Will He Paint the Blackned Villains and the Nations Curse, Full Burning Sun We Never Can Be Worse. Could They Deprive Us of That Glotious Light. 1737.