Pride Of Ierne'S Sea-Encircled Bound, Rival Of All Britannia'S Naiads Boast, Magnificent Killarney! - From Thy Coast Tho' Mountains Rise With Noblest Woods Embrown'D; Tho' Ten-Voiced Echos Send The Cannon'S Sound In Thunders Bursting The Vast Rocks Around, Till Startled Wonder And Delight Exhaust In Countless Repercussion - Isles Embost Upon Thy Liquid Glass; Their Bloomy Veil Sorbus And [ A]Rbutus; - Yet Not For Thee So Keenly Wakes Our Local Ecstacy, As O'Er The Narrow, Barren, Silent Dale, Where Deeply Sleeps, Rude Circling Rocks Among, The Love-Devoted Fount Enamour'D Petrarch Sung. 1: This Sonnet Was Written On Having Read A Description Of The Killarney Scenery Immediately After That Of The Vale Of Vaucluse, Uncultivated And Comparatively Desert As The Latter Has Been Through More Than The Present Century.