Chambers's cyclopaedia of English literature : a history critical and biographical of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writing . ates of the firmament Have drenched the land. And Ode Ninth begins thus : See how the winter blanches Soractes giant brow !Hear how the forest branches Groan from the weight of snow !While the fixed ice impanelsRivers within their channels. And he translated English songs, as we haveseen, into most plausible Latin and French. His 264 Francis Sylvester Mahony translation of Cressets ]eri-Vert, the Parr
Chambers's cyclopaedia of English literature : a history critical and biographical of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writing . ates of the firmament Have drenched the land. And Ode Ninth begins thus : See how the winter blanches Soractes giant brow !Hear how the forest branches Groan from the weight of snow !While the fixed ice impanelsRivers within their channels. And he translated English songs, as we haveseen, into most plausible Latin and French. His 264 Francis Sylvester Mahony translation of Cressets ]eri-Vert, the Parrot,reads wonderfully like an Ingoldsby Legend. Hischapter on Modern Latin Poets contains articleson and translations from Vida, Sarbiewski, Beza,Sannazar, Fracastoro, George Buchanan, andothers. It is not always easy to know whetherthe Father is citing historical fact or givingpure imagination with circumstantial details, asin the case of the celebrated poem, De Con-luibiis Floriim, by Diarmid MEncroe from Kerry,published at Paris in 1727, which was-the soleoriginal of Erasmus Darwins Loves 0/ the Groves of Blarney would seem to existin Greek, Latin, French, and old Irish MSS.,. FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHOXV. From a Piiotograph. if we believe this veracious authority. He may,like one of his proteges, be said to have defiedthe Royal Irish Academy, a learned assemblywhich, alas I has neither a body to be kicked nora soul to be damned. The Shandon Bells wasone of the songs sung by Father Prout to TomMoore, and on it, we are told, the ungraciousguest, without acknowledgment, rings the changesin his Evening Bells. The Shandon deep affectionAnd recollection,I often think of Those Shandon bells,Whose sounds so wild would,In the days of childhood,Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponderWhereer I wander,And thus grow fonder. Sweet Cork, of thee ;With thy bells of Shandon,That sound so grand onThe pleasant waters Of the river Lee. Ive heard bells chimin
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