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Helen’s Tower Clandeboye, Bangor, Northern Ireland Designed by the Scottish architect William Burn (1789- 1870) in the ‘Baronial’ style Begun 1848, completed 1861
Alfred Tennyson, ‘Helen’s Tower’ (1861) Helen’s Tower, here I stand, Dominant over sea and land. Son’s love built me, and I hold Mother’s love engraved in gold. Love is in and out of time, I am mortal stone and lime. Would my granite girth were strong As either love, to last as long! I should wear my crown entire To and thro’ the Doomsday fire, And be found of angel eyes In earth’s recurring Paradise. 4. engraved in gold] in lettered gold (1884) 5-6.] These lines were already present in two of the three MSS which Tennyson sent to Lord Dufferin in Oct. 1861, but do not appear on the original plate; they were added to the published text in 1884.
Helen, Lady Dufferin (1807-67) Frontispiece to Songs, Poems, & Verses by Helen, Lady Dufferin London: John Murray, 1894
Helen Blackwood (Lady Dufferin) To My Dear Son, on his 21st Birthday, with a Silver Lamp, on which was Engraved “Fiat Lux” (1847) How shall I bless thee? Human love Then, as thro’ life thy footsteps stray, Is all too poor in passionate words; And earthly beacons dimly shine, The heart aches with a sense above “Let there be light” upon thy way, All language that the lip affords: And holier guidance far than mine! Therefore a symbol shall express “Let there be light” in thy clear soul, My love,—a thing not rare or strange When passion tempts and doubts assail; But yet—eternal—measureless— When grief’s dark tempests o’er thee roll, Knowing no shadow and no change. “Let there be light” that shall not fail! Light! which, of all the lovely shows So, Angel guarded, may’st thou tread To our poor world of shadows given, The narrow path which few may find, The fervent Prophet-voices chose And at the end look back, nor dread Alone as attribute of heaven! To count the vanished years behind! And pray that she, whose hand doth trace At a most solemn pause we stand: This heart-warm prayer,—when life is past— From this day forth, for evermore, May see and know thy blessed face, The weak but loving human hand In God’s own glorious light at last! Must cease to guide thee as of yore.
BROWNING AND LADY DUFFERIN I should be sorry, even were I able, to rival the beautiful verses which are fitly engraved on gold: here is the best I can do, however. You must not forget that I enjoyed—though too rarely—the privilege of seeing the face I speak of,—and I have in mind one especial and gracious piece of kindness shown to a little Italian boy of my acquaintance. Letter to Lord Dufferin enclosing ‘Helen’s Tower’, 27 April 1870 Just think of little Alessandro, the red-headed boy Peni liked so to play with, coming here on a visit,—to his grandmother who lives at Highgate! Letter to Isa Blagden, 19 June 1862 There was no compliment in what I said about the singularly love-inducing lady. Letter to F. J. Furnivall, 24 Dec. 1883 I knew the lady and have not flattered her. Letter to Mrs Bronson [Katharine de Kay Bronson] 27 Jan. 1884
Robert Browning, ‘Helen’s Tower’ (1870) Έλένη έπί πύ ϱ γφ Who hears of Helen’s Tower may dream perchance How the Greek Beauty from the Scæan Gate Gazed on old friends unanimous in hate, Death-doomed because of her fair countenance. Hearts would leap otherwise at thy advance, Lady, to whom this Tower is consecrate! Like hers, thy face once made all eyes elate, Yet, unlike hers, was blessed by every glance. The Tower of Hate is outworn, far and strange: A transitory shame of long ago, It dies into the sand from which it sprang: But thine, Love’s rock-built Tower, shall fear no change: God’s self laid stable earth’s foundations so, When all the morning stars together sang.
Mr. Tennyson having made public the lines which he wrote, at Lord Dufferin’s request, for “Helen’s Tower,” erected by him to the memory of his late mother... Mr. Browning has consented to the publication of his verses on the same occasion, and written at the like request, made to him after it had been made to Mr. Tennyson. The difference in treatment of the same subject by the two poets will, we are sure, interest our readers. Pall Mall Gazette, 28 Dec. 1883, p. 2 (almost certainly written by, or heavily reliant on, F. J. Furnivall)
Two images of the ‘winding stair’ in Thoor Ballylee Sources: left http://blogs.haverford.edu/celticfringe/files/2014/02/thoor-ballylee3.jpghttp://blogs.haverford.edu/celticfringe/files/2014/02/thoor-ballylee3.jpg right: http://www.facstaff.bucknell.edu/rickard/Coole.htmlhttp://www.facstaff.bucknell.edu/rickard/Coole.html
[untitled inscription] I, the poet William Yeats, With old millboards and sea-green slates, And smithy work from the Gort forge Restored this tower for my wife George. And may these characters remain When all is ruin once again. To be Carved on a Stone at Thoor Ballylee I, the poet William Yeats, With old mill boards and sea-green slates, And smithy work from the Gort forge, Restored this tower for my wife George; And may these characters remain When all is ruin once again. [concluding poem in Michael Robartes and the Dancer, 1921; text from Collected Poems, 1933]
A Meditation in Time of Civil War For one throb of the artery, While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I knew that One was animate, Mankind inanimate phantasy. To be Carved on a Stone at Thoor Ballylee I, the poet William Yeats, With old mill boards and sea-green slates, And smithy work from the Gort forge, Restored this tower for my wife George. And may these characters remain When all is ruin once again. Sequence of poems at end of Michael Robartes and the Dancer
5* hotels are all well and good but if you want a break with a difference, in which you can live out your Rapunzel fantasies, then you need somewhere a bit more unique. Helen's Tower in the Clandeboye Estate, Bangor will be perfect.... Inside you'll find a double bedroom, shower room, fully-equipped kitchen, living room and a reading room - all of which have been restored where appropriate to give you a taste of how the tower would have stood following its completion in October 1861. During that time the tower has even inspired works of poetry.
Inside the Ulster Tower at Thiepval. The inscription running around the four walls reads: “Helen’s Tower, here I stand / Dominant over sea and land. / Sons’ love built me and I hold / Ulster’s love in lettered gold”—adapting Tennyson’s poem by converting singular Son’s to plural Sons’ and substituting ‘Ulster’s love’ for ‘Mother’s love’.