BROAD, blue, and deep, the Bay of Donegal Spreads north and south and far a-west before The beetling cliffs sublime, and shattered wall Where the O'Clery's name is known no more. Kilbarron, many castle names are sung In deathless verse they less deserved than thee, -- The Rhine-towers still endure in German tongue; Gray Scotland's keeps in Scottish poesy; In chronicles of Spain, and songs of France, Full many a grim chateau and fortress stands; And Albion's genius, strong as Uther's lance, Guards her old mansions mid their altered lands; Home of an hundred annalists, round thy hearths, alas! The churlish thistles thrive, and the dull graveyard grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE ROSE I GREW by JULIA S. ANDERSON THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT SONG OF THE DESERT LARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 33 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |