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Parramatta River, Sydney

Donkey rides at Kilkee

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  • derangedlemur said:
    Looks like this is all that's left of it: maps.google.ie/maps?q=Kilkee&hl=en&ll=52.680363,-...
  • derangedlemur said:
    It looks so much nicer on the 25" than in streetview. maps.osi.ie/publicviewer/#V1,488155,660047,7,9 It's all castles (site of, in gothic script) and Moore's Hotel and what have you. You can't tell that it's just a briar patch and a dingy windswept boarding house.
  • National Library of Ireland on The Commons said:
    derangedlemur Everything always looks nicer on the 25"!
  • Stuart said:
    Carol, so right. That poor neglected donkey, not that that ignorant peasant woman would know any different! People like her get to me.
  • guliolopez said:
    I can't imagine the genteel folk riding on that (unfortunately) tatty beast. Given the chains and harness, does it seem more likely that the unfortunate work-horsedonkey was used to move the bathing machines to and fro?

Surf view, Coogee

  • covid convict said:
    trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/253066347 - Sydney Punch, 17th November, 1883... At Coogee. I stood on the rocks and I watched the waves rolling With mighty force in from the far reaching deep, And how my heart heaved as I saw them come bowling And dashing in spray clouds above each wild reef. See! now they're receding, repulsed for a moment, But only to gather fresh strength in their course, And ere I can fancy them gone, comes a torrent Of billows which bears all along with its force. Now I look at the wall of blue waves which come tearing Like cavalry horses in martial array, Their white crests, like plumes, all so gallantly wearing, Ere breaking their forms in light showers of salt spray. Oh ! grand are the anthems of music they're ringing, And wondrous the changes of feeling they wake, No minstrel that e'er charmed the ear with his singing, Sent such thrills thro' our hearts as those they can make. And I've seen them too when far out on the ocean, Their home, where nought else can their power contest, When even the Heavens seemed to join in their motion And flung me from one to the other's wild breast. Roll on, mighty monarchs ! o'er your wild dominions, Intruders can. but at your pleasure, remain Insulted, you have but to shake your wild pinions, And alone! you continue to rule over the main.