Legends of Ross Castle, Ireland
Ross Castle was built in the late 15th century by the local ruling clan the O’Donoghues Mor (Ross), though ownership changed hands during the Second Desmond Rebellion of the 1580s to the MacCarty Mor. He then leased the castle and the lands to Sir Valentine Browne ancestor of the Earls of Kenmare. The castle was amongst the last to surrender to Oliver Cromwell’s Roundheads during the Irish Confederate Wars, and was only taken when artillery was brought by boat via the River Laune. Lord Muskerry (MacCarty) held the castle against General Ludlow who marched to Ross with 4000 foot soldiers and 200 horse; however, it was by water that he attacked the stronghold. The Irish had a prophecy that Ross could never be taken until a warship could swim on the lake, an unbelievable prospect. The sight of the ‘ships’ unnerved the onlookers and the castle soon submitted.
At the end of the wars, the Brownes were able to show that their heir was too young to have taken part in the rebellion and they retained the lands. By about 1688, they had erected a mansion house near the castle, but their adherence to James II of England caused them to be exiled. The castle became a military barracks, which remained so until early in the 19th century. The Brownes did not return to live at Ross but built Kenmare House near Killarney.
There is a legend that O’Donoghue leaped or was sucked out of the window of the grand chamber at the top of the castle and disappeared into the waters of the lake along with his horse, his table and his library. It is said that O’Donoghue now lives in a great palace at the bottom of the lake where he keeps a close eye on everything that he sees.
Ross Castle is located on the edge of Lough Leane, in Killarney National Park, County Kerry, Ireland.
Ballyadams Castle, Ireland
The oldest part of the present castle was built around the end of the 15th century possibly by Adam O’More on the site of a former Anglo-Norman stronghold. A large 17th century fortified house is attached to the east side of the 15th century remnants.
Ballyadams history is an exceptionally violent one. The town was captured by the Earl of Desmond in 1548 as revenge for the rebellion of Gilla Partick O’ Moore, Chief of Leix. During the rebellion the O’Mores and O’Connors burned the town and monastery of Athy. The castle was claimed by the Welshman John Bowen in 1551, a man renowned for his cruelty. Around 1700 the castle was granted to Katherine Bowen who had married Pierce Butler from Tipperary. The castle was attacked by insurgents in 1798 and the Butler family never returned.
The ruins are near the village of Ballylinan in County Laois.
The Evesham Psalter - folios 7v & 8r
These are LARGE images I put together, so make sure you click through to get the full size version to see all the finer details.
A full page decorated initial B (Beatus, or Blessed in English) on folio 7v, musicians can be seen playing various instruments, including Bells, Harps and the Vielle - a medieval instrument similar to a violin.
Folio 8r. has the first verse of Psalm 1 in Gold. I love the stars against the blue background - it could almost pass a bit of modern art!
Add MS 44874; Origin England, made around 1250AD
Images from the British Library manuscript website.
Bryan Fuller Appreciation Post (part 1)
Pannibal, SDCC 2013.
Part 2 coming soon.
Bryan Fuller, I love you. I’ve been in fandoms before, okay, I know how these things go. We fans spend all our time crying and making silly things and writing gay stuff, and then the creators go, “ew, not that” and close the door on us. But not you, sir. You embrace every homoerotic, swiggity swag, comic sans screen-cap. And I just wanna embrace you right back. Thank you for being wonderful.
i will always marvel at humankind’s ingenuity. the fact that these beautiful pieces of art were made, oh god i’m getting emotional
You know you had a Catholic upbringing when somebody says “May the force be with you” and your instant reaction is to reply with “And also with you”.
Lift up your lightsabers.
We lift them up to the lord.
Let us give thanks to the Force our guide.
It is right to give the Force thanks and praise.
Celtic Gold Ribbon Torc, found near Belfast, Co. Antrim, Ireland, c. 1200-1000 BC, Late Bronze Age Ireland
Craftsman created this torc by beating an ingot of gold into a strip of about 1 mm and twisting it to achieve the desired effect. The surface was then shallowly and elegantly fluted. The gold ribbon narrows towards the ends, where it is worked out on both sides into rods that interlock to form hooks. The hooks are capped with small, unadorned knobs.
Archaeologists have found approximately 120 ribbon torcs in Britain and in Ireland, primarily in Northern Ireland. At the end of the 2nd millennium BC, Southern Britain and Ireland were introduced to the technique of ribbon torcs in the form of imported bronze torcs. In the next millennium, the popularity of the ribbon torcs was revived.
Poem of the Week… Andrew Marvell, “A Dialogue Between the Soul and the Body”
O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
A Soul inslav’d so many wayes?
With bolts of Bones, that fetter’d stands
In Feet ; and manacled in Hands.
Here blinded with an Eye ; and there
Deaf with the drumming of an Ear.
A Soul hung up, as ‘twere, in Chains
Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins.
Tortur’d, besides each other part,1
In a vain Head, and double Heart.
O who shall me deliver whole,
From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul?
Which, stretcht upright, impales me so,
That mine own Precipice I go;
And warms and moves this needless Frame:
(A Fever could but do the same.)
And, wanting where its spight to try,
Has made me live to let me dye.
A Body that could never rest,
Since this ill Spirit it possest.
What Magic could me thus confine
Within anothers Grief to pine?
Where whatsoever it complain,
I feel, that cannot feel, the pain.
And all my Care its self employes,
That to preserve, which me destroys:
Constrain’d not only to indure
Diseases, but, whats worse, the Cure:
And ready oft the Port to gain,
Am Shipwrackt into Health again.
But Physick yet could never reach
The Maladies Thou me dost teach;
Whom first the Cramp of Hope does Tear:
And then the Palsie Shakes of Fear.
The Pestilence of Love does heat :
Or Hatred’s hidden Ulcer eat.
Joy’s chearful Madness does perplex:
Or Sorrow’s other Madness vex.
Which Knowledge forces me to know;
And Memory will not foregoe.
What but a Soul could have the wit
To build me up for Sin so fit?
So Architects do square and hew,
Green Trees that in the Forest grew.
Clifden Castle, Ireland
The castle was built by John D’Arcy (1785-1839) in a Gothic Revival style in the early 19th century. John was a man of drive, energy and determination. He founded Clifden in 1812 and built his castle around the same time. He was married twice and had fourteen children in all, leaving one to assume that this was a very full and noisy family home.
Following John’s death in 1839, the castle and town passed to his son and heir, Hyacinth. Like so many landlords in the West of Ireland, Hyacinth became bankrupt as a result of debts incurred during the Great Famine and in 1850 the town and castle went on sale.The new owners, the Eyre family from Bath in England, purchased the town and castle for £21,245. The Eyre’s lived at the castle until the 1920s when the lands were eventually purchased by the government and divided out among the tenants. Sadly, the castle had no outright owner and, in time, was stripped bare of its slates and timbers and eventually fell to ruin.
One of the interesting features of this property is the standing stones. D’Arcy had these stones erected to imitate other standing stones around Ireland. It isn’t unknown why he did this, but the stones have been surveyed and it has been determined that they are not as ancient as D’Arcy would have us believe.
The ruins are located west of the town of Clifden in the Connemara region of County Galway, Ireland.