Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SHANNON, by AUBREY DE VERE First Line: River of billows, to whose mighty hear Last Line: My lips with limerick's wrong, with aughrim's woes? Subject(s): Shannon (river), Ireland | ||||||||
RIVER of billows, to whose mighty heart The tide-wave rushes of the Atlantic sea; River of quiet depths, by cultured lea, Romantic wood, or city's crowded mart; River of old poetic founts, which start From their lone mountain-cradles, wild and free, Nursed with the fawns, lulled by the woodlark's glee, And cushat's hymeneal song apart: River of chieftains, whose baronial halls, Like veteran warders, watch each wave-worn steep, Portumna's towers, Bunratty's royal walls, Carrick's stern rock, the Geraldine's gray keep, -- River of dark mementos! must I close My lips with Limerick's wrong, with Aughrim's woes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNSET ON THE LOWER SHANNON by AUBREY DE VERE SHANID CASTLE by GERALD JOSEPH GRIFFIN SHANNON WAY by BRENDAN KENNELLY THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE A NIGHT AT CORFU by AUBREY DE VERE CASTLECONNEL by AUBREY DE VERE |
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