And as I Rode by Granard MoatCombining the rigour of an anthologist with the informal charm of a legendary raconteur, Benedict Kiely leads us on a delightful ramble around Ireland through song and verse. Starting in 'Sweet Omagh Town', we travel down the lanes and highways of thirty-two counties with help from the great poets of Ireland and from the traditional songs of nature, love and rebellion - 'The Yellow Bittern', 'Ringleted Youth of My Love', 'The Bold Fenian Men' and many others. And as I Rode by Granard Moat is much more than a collection of poems and ballads: it is at once the literary evocation of an island and an intimate, highly personal chronicle. |
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Page 37
... and up like a diver's surfacing after a plunge , then with a look that said , let this cup pass , he seemed to take cognizance again of where he was : the road , the mountain top , and the air , benign after the soft rain , 37 Ulster.
... and up like a diver's surfacing after a plunge , then with a look that said , let this cup pass , he seemed to take cognizance again of where he was : the road , the mountain top , and the air , benign after the soft rain , 37 Ulster.
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... pass . The train's rhythms never relent , the telephone posts Go striding backwards like the legs of time to where In a Georgian house you turn at the carpet's edge Turning a sentence while , outside my window here , The smoke makes ...
... pass . The train's rhythms never relent , the telephone posts Go striding backwards like the legs of time to where In a Georgian house you turn at the carpet's edge Turning a sentence while , outside my window here , The smoke makes ...
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... are altered girls in Irrul now ; ' tis proud they're grown and high , With their hair - bags and their top - knots , for I pass their buckles by - But it's little now I heed their airs , for 147 From Leinster to Connacht.
... are altered girls in Irrul now ; ' tis proud they're grown and high , With their hair - bags and their top - knots , for I pass their buckles by - But it's little now I heed their airs , for 147 From Leinster to Connacht.
Contents
Contents | 1 |
The Green Flowery Banks Anon 7 The Ballad of Douglas Bridge | 14 |
Omagh Town Anon 28 The Treacherous Waves of Loughmuck | 31 |
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