Volume: CBÉ 0460 (Part 1)

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1. An Ancient Pottery (continued)

   

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   [10]
   How throbbed my pulse, how shook my frame, what thrilling awe came oer me
   As Breathless, lifeless, soul-less, lay that honoured clay before me,
   In the dread presence of the Dead how went earth's hopes and pleasures
   How my heart panted for the fount of never failing treasures.

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   The grave is deep on Forest's side unmarked by cross or column,
   Main's vain attempt to consecrate the sacred and the solemn,
   The ash-tree waves her soft-green leaves, the daisy opes her blossom,
   Where lowly lies the place of rest on earth's maternal bosom.

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   As the beloved of latter days in converse sweet sat round me,
   These pensive visions of the past upon the mountain found me,
   So did I muse on Forth's sad side on that bright Summer morning

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   History Edit

   Date

   31 Iúil 1937

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Gaelic script

   Collector

   • Domhnall de Buitléir

   Informant

   • Tomás Ó Ciaráin