Ballyshannon:its History and Antiquities: With Some Account of the Surrounding Neighbourhood

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J. Montgomery, 1879 - Ballyshannon (Ireland) - 143 pages
 

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Page 70 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 46 - What do I say ? Ah, woe is me ! Already we bewail in vain Their fatal fall! And Erin, once the Great and Free, Now vainly mourns her breakless chain, And iron thrall ! Then, daughter of O'Donnell, dry Thine overflowing eyes, and turn Thy heart aside, For Adam's race is born to die, And sternly the sepulchral urn Mocks human pride!
Page 45 - O woman of the Piercing Wail, Who mournest o'er yon mound of clay With sigh and groan, Would God thou wert among the Gael! Thou wouldst not then from day to day Weep thus alone.
Page 137 - I wish no one any hurt; The Main Street, Back Street, College Lane, the Mall, and Portnasun, If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one. I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me ; For my heart is sore and heavy at voyaging the sea. My loving friends I'll bear in mind, and often fondly turn To think of Belashanny, and the winding banks of Erne.
Page 135 - While far upon the southern line, to guard it like a wall, The Leitrim mountains clothed in blue gaze calmly over all, And watch the ship sail up or down, the red flag at her stern; — Adieu to these, adieu to all the winding banks of Erne...
Page 45 - Throughout Armagh the Great, renowned In olden years, No day could pass but woman's grief Would rain upon the burial-ground Fresh floods of tears...
Page 135 - I'll think of you, as sure as night and morn, The kindly spot, the friendly town, where everyone is known, And not a face in all the place but partly seems my own...
Page 137 - New faces rise by every hearth, and old ones drop away — Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside : It's home, sweet home, where'er I roam, through lands and waters wide. And if the Lord allows me, I surely will return To my native Ballyshannon, and the winding banks of Erne ! PHOTOGRAPHS FOR OUK BIBLES.

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