DUNLUCE CASTLE.
(COUNTY ANTRIM.)
Oh! of the fallen most fallen, yet of the proud
Proudest; sole-seated on thy tower-girt rock;
Breasting for ever circling ocean’s shock;
With blind sea-caves for ever dinned and loud;
Now sunset-gilt; now wrapt in vapor-shroud;
Till distant ships—so well thy bastions mock
Primeval nature’s work in joint and block—
Misdeem her ramparts, round thee bent and bowed,