Sonnet 86: To The Lake Of Killarney

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Title:     Sonnet 86: To The Lake Of Killarney
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

TO THE LAKE OF KILLARNEY[1].

Pride of Ierne's Sea-encircled bound,
Rival of all Britannia's Naiads boast,
Magnificent Killarney!--from thy coast
Tho' mountains rise with noblest woods embrown'd;
Tho' ten-voiced Echos send the cannon's sound
In thunders bursting the vast rocks around,
Till startled Wonder and Delight exhaust
In countless repercussion--Isles embost
Upon thy liquid glass; their bloomy veil
Sorbus and [=a]rbutus;--yet not for thee
So keenly wakes our local ecstacy,
As o'er the narrow, barren, silent Dale,
Where deeply sleeps, rude circling Rocks among,
The Love-devoted Fount enamour'd PETRARCH sung.

[Footnote 1: This Sonnet was written on having read a description of the Killarney Scenery immediately after that of the Vale of Vaucluse, uncultivated and comparatively desert as the latter has been through more than the present Century.]

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Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 86: To The Lake Of Killarney

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