{"id":662,"date":"2013-05-23T09:16:41","date_gmt":"2013-05-23T09:16:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=662"},"modified":"2014-09-23T09:18:26","modified_gmt":"2014-09-23T09:18:26","slug":"was-i-the-first-at-the-pantheon-gaelic-to-speak","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/was-i-the-first-at-the-pantheon-gaelic-to-speak\/","title":{"rendered":"Was I the First at the Pantheon Gaelic to Speak?"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_1947\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1947\" style=\"width: 600px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1947\" title=\"Pantheon\" alt=\"While visiting the Pantheon, I said out loud in Gaelic, &quot;In anim dhroim&quot;... in the name of Heaven... and I wondered after I spoke those words, was I the first Gaelic to speak there, and pondered on the great antiquity of both our languages and cultures, the Gaelic and the Greek. \" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/Pantheon.jpg\" width=\"600\" height=\"240\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1947\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">While visiting the Pantheon, I said out loud in Gaelic, &#8220;In anim dhroim&#8221;&#8230; in the name of Heaven&#8230; and I wondered after I spoke those words, was I the first Gaelic to speak there, and pondered on the great antiquity of both our languages and cultures, the Gaelic and the Greek.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&#8220;In anim Dhroim&#8221; , out loud I said<br \/>\nAs the Pantheon I beheld<br \/>\nTo be seen up close by the eye<br \/>\nThe skill of the Ancients it spelled.<\/p>\n<p>Us wit our modern equipment<br \/>\nWe have not half the skill<br \/>\nLess of the dedication<br \/>\nLess still of the will.<\/p>\n<p>Was I the first Gelic to speak?<br \/>\nMake echo that ancient sound&#8230;<br \/>\nAs old as the peoples language<br \/>\nThat built on this hallowed ground?<\/p>\n<p>Probably not, but htem few words spoken<br \/>\nAnd known by people few<br \/>\nWas as if to unite a peoples and cultures<br \/>\nThe two worlds that we no longer, but once knew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;In anim Dhroim&#8221; , out loud I said As the Pantheon I beheld To be seen up close by the eye The skill of the Ancients it spelled. Us wit our modern equipment We have not half the skill Less of the dedication Less still of the will. Was I &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[82,513],"tags":[929,514,409,2364,928],"class_list":["post-662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-balkan-odyssey","category-greece","tag-a-balkan-odyssey","tag-athens","tag-balkans","tag-greece","tag-pantheon","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-aG","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":666,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/temple-to-a-newer-god\/","url_meta":{"origin":662,"position":0},"title":"Temple to a Newer God","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Where once they worshipped Apollo Zeus, other Gods and Pan There now stands the Church to the Son of God Made flesh, and made man. 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