Sráid Uí Chonaill
An teip Uasal, ní raghaidh amú
A bua féin aici, is léir
Tagann aoibhneas ó ghlúin go glúin
Anuas chugainn ó ré go ré.
An Áilleacht féin gan tuiscint tá,
Is gleoite í anseo ba dhóigh leat:
Longa bána thíos cois trá
Na mairbh is a mbrionglóidí.
O’ Connell Street
A Noble failure is not vain
But hath a victory of its own
A bright delectance from the slain
Is down the generations thrown.
And, more than Beauty understands
Has made her lovelier here, it seems;
I see white ships that crowd her strands,
For mine are all the dead men’s dreams.