James Clarence Mangan

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Delicate spirits, pushed away In the hot press of the noonday. Mangan's is such a memory, captive and over borne. It may be unjust to lend him the epitaph of defeat, for he never strove at all. One can think of no other, in the long dis astrous annals of English literature, cursed with so monotonous a misery, so much hope.