Volume: CBÉ 0460 (Part 1)

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1. An Ancient Pottery (continued)

   

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   Thick thronged sweet thoughts of other
   days and other friends to me.
   [2]
   Dreams of the blossomed bean fields, so odourous
   and green
   The Woodbine covered cottages along the
   wayside seen
   The causeway that St Patrick built, to march
   across the seas,
   The dashing of the wild waves against the
   wild Saltees.
   [3]
   The Seaman's dread, and guilt from afar, lone
   Tuskar's pharos-isle,
   The pleasant fields of farthest Carne, fair Bargy's
   lordly pile.
   The leaning tower, the ruin'd [lane?] of Our Lady's
   island Lake
   By pilgrim's visited of old, their peace with
   heaven to make.
   [4]
   The stone-girt paddocks on the hill, which
   own no feudal lord,
   Wrung from the rock by squatters' bold and
   robed in greenest sward

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   History Edit

   Date

   31 July 1937

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Gaelic script

   Collector

   • Domhnall de Buitléir

   Informant

   • Tomás Ó Ciaráin