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An Irish manuscript containing the Four Gospels, a fragment of Hebrew names, and the Eusebian canons, known also as the "Book of Columba", probably because it was written in the monastery of Iona to honour the saint. It is likely that it is to this book that the entry in the "Annals of Ulster" under the year 1006 refers, recording that in that year the "Gospel of Columba" was stolen.

According to tradition, the book is a relic from the time of Columba (d. 597) and even the work of his hands, but, on palæographic grounds and judging by the character of the ornamentation, this tradition cannot be sustained, and the date of the composition of the book can hardly be placed earlier than the end of the seventh or beginning of the eighth century. This must be the book which the Welshman, Geraldus Cambrensis, saw at Kildare in the last quarter of the twelfth century and which he describes in glowing terms. 

We next hear of it at the cathedral of Kells (Irish Cenannus) in Meath, a foundation of Columba's, where it remained for a long time, or until the year 1541. In the seventeenth century Archbishop Ussher presented it to Trinity College, Dublin, where it is the most precious manuscript (A. I. 6) in the college library and by far the choicest relic of Irish art that has been preserved.

Designed and completed by Thomas Burgh, the Long Room holds 200,000 of the library's oldest books and manuscripts, including the Book of Kells.

(Note: This a Postcard. No pictures were allowed)    

If you've seen the movie Michael Collins you will recognize this building. This was the British headquarters. Irish Republicans were brought through these gates to be interrogated and then sent off to the firing-squad.

View of the main entrance from outside the gates.                                        

                       

                                               

Saint Patrick's Cathedral, also known as The National Cathedral and Collegiate Church of Saint Patrick, Dublin, was founded in 1191.

 

 

James Joyce stayed at Finn's Hotel. It is where he met his wife Nora.

This building is no longer an hotel.      

                      

Birthplace of Oscar Wilde in Dublin.

We also visited the hotel in Paris when he died.        

                

Side entrance to Trinity College located across from the Library.  

To discover in the heart of the capital city, Merrion Row, Dublin, a graveyard with the inscription over the gateway 'Huguenot Cemetery - 1693 is certain to prompt the question 'Who were the Huguenots, and how did they come to be here?'The Huguenots were French Protestants, followers of Calvin, who had to flee from their country because of horrendous religious persecution. The word 'refugee' originated with them.                         

Dublin street scenes...

The Molly Malone statue is located at the end of Grafton Street, opposite Trinity College. Molly Malone was a semi historical/legendary figure who was commerated in the song 'Cockles and Mussels', a Dublin anthem.

She worked as a fishmonger but also as a working girl and died in one of the outbreaks of cholera that regularly used to sweep the city of Dublin.   

                      

                                     

      

    

Here's Judy at the bookstore that sells only mystery books. The bookstore is located on Dawson st. (Update 2013: This bookstore is now closed.)          

View looking down on Dawson st. 

The Dublin Library where we saw a great exhibition on the work of Yeats.

   

(William Butler Yeats)

I HAVE met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed
,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly
:
A terrible beauty is born
   

 Post office. It was heavily damaged during the 1916 Irish Rebellion.

Picture of the famous Post Office taken on a sunnier day, two years later.

In the Powercourt area of town.

            

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