School: Aodh Rua, Dún na nGall (roll number 13382)

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1. Old Poems (continued)

   

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   And gilded with light the green trees that
   adorn
   Its banks were the streamlets roll down from
   the hill
   And I throught, what a pity such glories
   and wasted
   As abound in thy valley. What priceless wealth,
   Doth thou hold in thy bosom unviewed[sic] and
   untasted
   By thousands whore pining for pleasure and healt[?]
   Sweet vale of the Eske, oh, how varied thy
   scenes are
   Of fen, moor and meadow, of stream lake and bowes[?]
   and how charming thy hedges, thy walks and thy
   lanes are.
   While out from the green wood [?] castle and tower
   Round thy head in bold grandeur stand up the
   blue mountain
   as a sentinel to guard thee, securely and – sure
   at thy feet low and sweet as the voice off
   a fountain

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Shaun Mac Intyre

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Donegal, Co. Donegal