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| SCENE ON THE RIVER LEE, COUNTY CORK.-There are hundreds of delightful sylvan spots along the course of the river Lee, in the county Cork, and our artist presents one of them in the foregoing picture. It is a beautiful summer scene-the trees bearing witness to the advent of "leafy June" and the sparkling water laughing in the sunshine "on its clear winding way to the sea." The almost forgotten poet of the "Mohawk Vale," in the picturesque state of New York, might have seen occasion to moderate his transports over the perfections of his native valley, had he ever visited the emerald banks of the sweet and pastoral river Lee. Fifty years ago, a poetess of "Young Ireland," whose hopes were exiled with her lover, "Mary of the Nation," wrote of her natal river, with plaintive melody, thus: The summer-time is breathing, when thy Yet, when thy waters wander, where, haughty waters glance along, in decay, Full many a bird salutes thee, with bright Some proud old Irish castle looks frowning and cheering song on thy way; Full many a sunbeam falleth upon thy bosom Oh, speak aloud, bold river! how I have fair wept with pride And every nook thou seekest hath welcoming To read of those past ages, ere all our smiling there. glory died, Glide on thou blessed river! nor pause to And wish for one short moment I had been think of me, there to see Who only in my longing heart can tread that Some relic of the by-gone day, upon thy track with thee. banks, fair Lee! |
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