Poetry of the bells, . THE BELLS OF SHANDON. iJITH deep affe&ion and recollectionI often think of those Shandon bells,ft Whose sound so wild would, in days of childhood, > Fling round my cradle their magic spells ;, On this I ponder whereer I wander,If And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee,§? With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on r X ?- / •N i1 The pleasant waters of the River Lee. 4 Ive heard bells chiming full many a clime in, Tolling sublime in Cathedral fhrine,f While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate,-P But all their mufic spoke naught like thine ;y For memory
Poetry of the bells, . THE BELLS OF SHANDON. iJITH deep affe&ion and recollectionI often think of those Shandon bells,ft Whose sound so wild would, in days of childhood, > Fling round my cradle their magic spells ;, On this I ponder whereer I wander,If And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee,§? With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on r X ?- / •N i1 The pleasant waters of the River Lee. 4 Ive heard bells chiming full many a clime in, Tolling sublime in Cathedral fhrine,f While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate,-P But all their mufic spoke naught like thine ;y For memory dwelling on each proud swellingi Of thy belfry knelling its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandonj Sound far more grand on o4 The pleasant waters of the River Lee. f m 4^^ >~^. ^j^y ^j^—s ^j^^^ ^aV^^ ^1 ^? __^7 ^^^^^^^
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