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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
The Bells of Shandon
By Francis Sylvester Mahony (Father Prout) (1804–1866)
WITH deep affection,
  And recollection,
I often think of
  Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,        5
In the days of childhood,
Fling around my cradle
  Their magic spells:
On this I ponder
Where’er I wander,        10
And thus grow fonder,
  Sweet Cork, of thee;
With thy bells of Shandon,
That sound so grand on
The pleasant waters        15
  Of the River Lee.
I’ve heard bells chiming
Full many a clime in,
Tolling sublime in
  Cathedral shrine,        20
While at a glib rate
Brass tongues would vibrate—
But all their music
  Spoke naught like thine;
For memory, dwelling        25
On each proud swelling
Of the belfry knelling
  Its bold notes free,
Made the bells of Shandon
Sound far more grand on        30
The pleasant waters
  Of the River Lee.
I’ve heard bells tolling
Old Adrian’s Mole in,
Their thunder rolling        35
  From the Vatican,
And cymbals glorious
Swinging uproarious
In the gorgeous turrets
  Of Notre Dame;        40
But thy sounds were sweeter
Than the dome of Peter
Flings o’er the Tiber,
  Pealing solemnly—
O, the bells of Shandon        45
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters
  Of the River Lee.
There ’s a bell in Moscow,
While on tower and kiosk O        50
In Saint Sophia
  The Turkman gets,
And loud in air
Calls men to prayer
From the tapering summits        55
  Of tall minarets.
Such empty phantom
I freely grant them;
But there ’s an anthem
  More dear to me,—        60
’Tis the bells of Shandon,
That sound so grand on
The pleasant waters
  Of the River Lee.

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