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On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays,
When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days
In the wave beneath him shining ; Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime,
Catch a glimpse of the days that are over; Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time
For the long-faded glories they cover. *
Ireland; long before the birth of Christ we find an hereditary order of Chivalry in Ulster, called Curaidhe na Craiobhe ruadh, or the Knights of the Red-Branch, from their chief seat in Emania, adjoining to the palace of the Ulster Kings, called Teagh na Craiobhe ruadh, or the Academy of the Red-Branch ; and contiguous to which was a large hospital, founded for the sick knights and soldiers, called Bronbhearg, or the House of the Sorrowful Soldier."— O'Halloran's Introduction, $-c., part i. chap. v.
* It was an old tradition, in the time of Giraldus, that Lough Neagh had been originally a fountain, toy whose sudden overflowing the country was inundated, and a whole region, like the Atlantis of Plato, overwhelmed. He says that the fishermen, in clear weather, used to point out to strangers the tall ecclesiastical towers under the water. Piscatores aqua illius turres ecclesiasticas, quat more patriae arcta sunt et altce, necnon et rotunda, sub undis manifeste sereno tempore conspiciunt, et extrancis transeuntibus, reique causas admiraniibus, frequenter ostendunt.— Topogr. Hib., dist. ii. c. 9. |
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