Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume VII. Descriptive: Narrative. 1904. | | | | Descriptive Poems: II. Nature and Art | | The Bells of Shandon | | Francis Sylvester Mahony (Father Prout) (18041866) |
| | | | Sabbata pango; |
| Funera plango; |
| Solemnia clango. |
| Inscription on an Old Bell. |
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| WITH deep affection | |
| And recollection | |
| I often think on | |
| Those Shandon bells, | |
| Whose sounds so wild would, | 5 |
| In the days of childhood, | |
| Fling round my cradle | |
| Their magic spells. | |
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| On this I ponder | |
| Whereer I wander, | 10 |
| And thus grow fonder, | |
| Sweet Cork, of thee, | |
| With thy bells of Shandon, | |
| That sound so grand on | |
| The pleasant waters | 15 |
| Of the river Lee. | |
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| I ve heard bells chiming | |
| Full many a clime in, | |
| Tolling sublime in | |
| Cathedral shrine, | 20 |
| While at a glib rate | |
| Brass tongues would vibrate; | |
| But all their music | |
| Spoke naught like thine. | |
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| For memory, dwelling | 25 |
| On each proud swelling | |
| Of thy belfry, knelling | |
| Its bold notes free, | |
| Made the bells of Shandon | |
| Sound far more grand on | 30 |
| The pleasant waters | |
| Of the river Lee. | |
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| I ve heard bells tolling | |
| Old Adrians Mole in, | |
| Their thunder rolling | 35 |
| From the Vatican, | |
| And cymbals glorious | |
| Swinging uproarious | |
| In the gorgeous turrets | |
| Of Notre Dame; | 40 |
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| But thy sounds were sweeter | |
| Than the dome of Peter | |
| Flings oer the Tiber, | |
| Pealing solemnly. | |
| O, the bells of Shandon | 45 |
| Sound far more grand on | |
| The pleasant waters | |
| Of the river Lee. | |
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| There s a bell in Moscow; | |
| While on tower and kiosko | 50 |
| In Saint Sophia | |
| The Turkman gets, | |
| And loud in air | |
| Calls men to prayer, | |
| From the tapering summit | 55 |
| Of tall minarets. | |
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| Such empty phantom | |
| I freely grant them; | |
| But there s an anthem | |
| More dear to me, | 60 |
| T is the bells of Shandon, | |
| That sound so grand on | |
| The pleasant waters | |
| Of the river Lee. | | | |
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