Poems by Denis Florence MacCarthy
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May the accents of love, like the droppings of manna,
Fall sweet on my heart in the Vale of Shanganah! 16. Lying to the south of Killiney-hill, near Dublin. 17. Hill of Howth. 18. Killarney. 19. The Sugarloaf Mountains, county Wicklow, were called in Irish, "The Spears of Gold." THE PILLAR TOWERS OF IRELAND. The pillar towers of Ireland, how wondrously they stand By the lakes and rushing rivers through the valleys of our land; In mystic file, through the isle, they lift their heads sublime, These gray old pillar temples, these conquerors of time! Beside these gray old pillars, how perishing and weak The Roman's arch of triumph, and the temple of the Greek, And the gold domes of Byzantium, and the pointed Gothic spires, All are gone, one by one, but the temples of our sires! The column, with its capital, is level with the dust, And the proud halls of the mighty and the calm homes of the just; For the proudest works of man, as certainly, but slower, |
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