Classic and Contemporary Poetry
KILMALLOCK, by AUBREY DE VERE First Line: What ruined shapes of feudal pomp are there Last Line: The charnel of yon desecrated fane! Subject(s): Kilmallock, Ireland | ||||||||
WHAT ruined shapes of feudal pomp are there, In the cold moonlight fading silently? The castle, with its stern, baronial air, Still frowning, as accustomed to defy; The Gothic street, where Desmond's chivalry Dwelt in their pride; the cloistered house of prayer; And gate-towers, mouldering where the stream moans by, Now but the owl's lone haunt and fox's lair. Here once the pride of princely Desmond flushed, His courtiers knelt, his mailed squadrons rushed, And saintly breathren poured the choral strain; Here Beauty bowed her head, and smiled and blushed; -- Ah! of these glories what doth now remain? The charnel of yon desecrated fane! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE A NIGHT AT CORFU by AUBREY DE VERE CASTLECONNEL by AUBREY DE VERE COAST SCENERY by AUBREY DE VERE GOUGAUNE BARRA by AUBREY DE VERE |
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