Yachts in Kinsale

Kinsale is a town in County Cork, Ireland. Kinsale is a popular holiday
resort for Irish and foreign tourists and is known for its many gourmet
restaurants and leisure activities including yachting. Yachters in Kinsale
join the area's rich yachting history - Cork harbour is host to the oldest
yachting club in the world - the Royal Cork Yacht Club.

Ghosts of the Titanic

Cobh - the remnants of the White Star Line jetty where the last passengers
to board the Titanic stood awaiting on Thursday April 11th 1912. All that
remains of it are these rotting timbers held together by rusting brackets.
There is no sign or plaque commemorating its former use or the 1,517
passengers who were lost when the Titanic sunk on 14th April 1912.

Portmagee Seafront

Portmagee is a village in County Kerry, Ireland. The village is located on
the west coast of Ireland, on Kerry's Inveragh Peninsula south of Valentia
Island. Its name in Irish, 'An Caladh', means 'the ferry', referring to its
purpose as a crossing point to Valentia Island. The English name
'Portmagee', or 'Magee's Port', as it was formerly known, comes from
Captain Theobold Magee, a notorious 18th Century smuggler.

Meeting at Night - Robert Browning

I

THE grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed in the slushy sand.

II

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

On Easter Knoll

Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs are
hushed in the twilight: yonder in the path through
The apple orchard, is a tired plough-boy
Calling the cows home.

A bright white star blinks, the pale moon rounds, but
Still the red, lurid wreckage of the sunset
Smoulders in smoky fire, and burns on
The misty hill-tops.

Ghostly it grows, and darker, the burning
Fades into smoke, and now the gusty oaks are
A silent army of phantoms thronging
A land of shadows.

The Scholars - W.B. Yeats

BALD heads forgetful of their sins,

Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.

They'll cough in the ink to the world's end;
Wear out the carpet with their shoes
Earning respect; have no strange friend;
If they have sinned nobody knows.
Lord what would they say
Should their Catullus walk that way?

The Law the Lawyers Know Nothing About - H.D.C. Pepler

The law the lawyers know about
Is property and land;
But why the leaves are on the trees,
And why the waves disturb the seas,
And why honey is the food of bees,
Why horses have such tender knees,
Why winters come when rivers freeze,
Why Faith is more than what one sees,
And Hope survives the worst disease,
And Charity is more than these,
They do not understand.