View of road leading into town, with adjacent tower, houses and a few scattered figures.
Inscribed in Image
|Subject(s)||Architecture, Cities and towns|
|Keywords(s)||Buildings, Doors & Doorways, Houses, People, Towers, Windows|
|Published / created||1839|
|Travel Account||Rambles in the South of Ireland|
|Print or manuscript|
|Location of image in copy||Vol. 2, p. 241|
|Source copy||James Hardiman Library, National University of Ireland Galway Special Collections: 914.190481 CHA|
Related text from travel account
|After breakfasting with our friends near
Bruff, we started for Kilmallock, and passed
several delightful hours wandering over its
interesting ruins. I thought of some lines by
Crofton Croker, on Kilmallock—
"THE BALBEC OF IRELAND."
When first I saw Kilmallock's walls,
'Twas in the stillness of moon-light;
And lofty towers and stately halls,
Frowned darkly then enwrapped in night,
Just touched with tinsel, streaks and gleams,
Mysterious, as a town of dreams
But morning with its rosy sky
Dispelled this visionary pride;
All greatness did in ruin lie,
Mean hovels stood on every side;
The peasant held the lordly pile,
And cattle filled the roofless aisle.
Kilmallock in the pensive mind
Awakens many a solemn thought;
There will the heart this lesson find—
[p. 241] That human strength and power are nought,
To-day a boast—to-morrow gone!
A moral deep to muse upon.
[Vol. 2, p. 240-241]
[Followed by very full account of the history of Kilmallock]