A SKETCH OF CONNEMARA.
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But no description can convey
How picturesque her church and bay;
Nor can we greater justice do
Her castle and its beauties, too.
But come, all ye who love the roar
Where wild, impetuous torrents pour;
See that frail bridge sustain the shock
Of waters dashed from rock to rock.
Collecting from the neighbouring hills,
The flood the very arches fills,
And, foaming down the craggy steep,
Forms eddying whirlpools vast and deep.
Yet here the daring trout can leap,
And, darting through the foam and spray,
Unharmed, pursue their venturous way.
But see, in treacherous mazes set,
Yon fisher throws the wily net,
And cautiously conceals the snare
Beneath the rock, with jealous care,
Just where the angry waters boil,
And thus secures the finny spoil.
How picturesque her church and bay;
Nor can we greater justice do
Her castle and its beauties, too.
But come, all ye who love the roar
Where wild, impetuous torrents pour;
See that frail bridge sustain the shock
Of waters dashed from rock to rock.
Collecting from the neighbouring hills,
The flood the very arches fills,
And, foaming down the craggy steep,
Forms eddying whirlpools vast and deep.
Yet here the daring trout can leap,
And, darting through the foam and spray,
Unharmed, pursue their venturous way.
But see, in treacherous mazes set,
Yon fisher throws the wily net,
And cautiously conceals the snare
Beneath the rock, with jealous care,
Just where the angry waters boil,
And thus secures the finny spoil.
