James Clarence Mangan, his selected poems; with a study by the editor
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Author(s)James Clarence Mangan
PublisherRareBooksClub.com
ISBN / ASIN1231475463
ISBN-139781231475461
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...With the Burkes,2 and the Decies, and the son of royal James, And Talbot the captain, and Sarsfield above all, The beloved of damsels and dames. ( Ocb, ocbone /) 1 Colonel Mitchelburne, the Governor of Derry, in the Williamite service. 3 The five of the De Burgo or Burke family who were loyal to James II.: Lords Clanrickard, Brittas, Bophin, Castleconnell, and Galway. "The son of royal James' is the famous James Fitz James, Duke of Berwick, subsequently Marshal, Duke, and Peer of France. THE RUINS OF DONEGAL CASTLE (12) (traditional) O mournful, O forsaken pile What desolation dost thou dree! How tarnished is the beauty that was thine erewhile, Thou mansion of chaste melody. Demolished lie thy towers and halls; A dark, unsightly earthen mound Defaces the pure whiteness of thy shining walls, And solitude doth gird thee round. Fair fort, thine hour has come at length, Thine older glory has gone by. Lo, far beyond thy noble battlements of strength Thy corner-stones all scattered lie. Where now, O rival of the gold Emania, be thy wine-cups all? Alas, for these thou now hast nothing but the cold, Cold stream that from the heavens doth fall! Thy clay-choked gateways none can trace Thou fortress of the once bright doors; The limestones of thy summit now bestrew thy base, Bestrew the outside of thy floors; Above thy shattered window-sills The music that to-day breaks forth Is but the music of the wild winds of the hills, The wild winds of the stormy north. What spell o'er came thee, mighty fort, What fatal fit of slumber strange, O palace of the wine, O many-gated court! That thou shouldst undergo this change? Thou wert, O bright-walled, beaming one Thou cradle of high deeds and bold! The Tara of assemblies to the sons of Conn, Clan Connell's council-hall of o...