Drumcliff and Rosses were, are, and ever shall be, please Heaven! places of uhly resort. I have lived near by them and iime after time, and have gathered thus many a crumb of faery lore. Drumcliff is a wide green valley, lying at the foot of Ben Bulben, the mountain in whose side the square white door swings open at nightfall to loose the faery riders on the world.
The great St. ba himself, the builder of many of the old ruins in the valley, climbed the mountains oable day to get near heaven with his prayers. Rosses is a little sea-dividing, sandy plain, covered with shrass, like a green tablecloth, and lying in the foam midway between the round -headed Knoarea and “Ben Bulben, famous for hawks”: But for Benbulben and Knoarea Many a poor sailor’d be cast away, as the rhyme goes.
At the northern er of Rosses is a little promontory of sand and rocks and grass: a mournful, haunted plao wise peasant would fall asleep us low cliff, for he who sleeps h……（内容加载失败！）
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