The Diamon in Donegal, with its monument to the Four Masters | Carrowmore megalithic site |
Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by! |
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The grave of Yeats (1865-1939) | Yeats's epitaph, from one of his own poems |
Galway | A lovely bookshop |
View northwards towards Galway, across the bay | Gorgeous views, clear and sunny |
Three Aran Islands in the distance | Colorful flowers |
Road along the coast | An Irish road |
What a wall! |
Cliffs of Moher |
Tourist at Poulnabrone Dolmen, the latter dating from around -2500 (like the first pyramids in Egypt, the tourist being somewhat more recent in spite of some insinuations to the contrary...) |
I, the poet, William Yeats, With common sedge and broken slates And smithy work from the Gort forge, Restored this tower for my wife George; And on my heirs I lay a curse If they should alter for the worse From fashion or an empty mind, What Raftery built and Scott designed. |
Ireland is marvelous. We love it and intend to go back.