The Three Sorrows of Story-telling: And Ballads of St. ColumkilleT. Fisher Unwin, 1895 - 166 pages |
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The Three Sorrows of Story-Telling: And Ballads of St. Columkille Douglas Hyde No preview available - 2017 |
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Alba's answered Ara's Ardan Balor bark beneath birds blood Bove Derg breast Brian brothers chiefs Children of Lir cold Columkille Connacht Conor coracle cried crimson sea Danann race dear death deed Déirdre Derry Druid Eefi Enya eric Erin Erin's eyes fairy fate father fear feast fell Fergus Finnuala Fomorian friends geasa golden grew hear heard heart heaven hill hill of Tara human voice isle Keevog Kian King Conor's knew lake land Lir's Lochlann looked loved Lugh Meequeen Milesian Moyle Munster Naesi never night o'er once palace pronounced rejoiced rose round sail sea of Moyle sent Shee Finnaha shore shout sing skin slain slay sons of Tuireann sons of Usnach Sorrows of Story-telling soul sound spake spear stood story swans sweet sword Tara thee thou thought trembling Tuatha De Danann unto voice waves wings words Yukar
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Page 142 - How swiftly we travel, there is a grey eye Looks back upon Erin, but it no more Shall see, while the stars shall endure in the sky, Her women, her men, or her stainless shore. From the plank of the oak where in sorrow I lie I am straining my sight through the water and wind ; And large is the tear from the soft grey eye Looking back on the land that it leaves behind.
Page 157 - Delightful to be on the Hill of Howth Before going over the white-haired sea : The dashing of the wave against its face, The bareness of its shores and of its border. Delightful to be on the Hill of Howth After coming over the white-bosomed sea ; To be rowing one's little coracle, Ochone ! on the wild-waved shore.
Page 144 - That spot is the dearest on Erin's ground, For the treasures that peace and purity lend, For the hosts of bright angels that circle it round, Protecting its borders from end to end. The dearest of any on Erin's ground, For its peace and its beauty I gave it my love ; Each leaf of the oaks around Derry is fauna To be crowded with angels from heaven above.
Page 145 - The dearest of any on Erin's ground, For its peace and its beauty I gave it my love; Each leaf of the oaks around Derry is found To be crowded with angels from heaven above, " My Derry ! my Derry ! my little oak grove, My dwelling, my home, and my own little cell, May God the Eternal in Heaven above Send death to thy foes, and defend thee well...
Page 157 - Ecce tu, homo cum sis, et rationalem animam habeas, nullo modo scire de meo exitu potuisti, nisi quod tibi ego ipse nuper manifestavi : huic vero bruto et irrationali n animanti, quoque modo ipse Conditor voluit, egressurum a se dominum manifeste revelavit.
Page 144 - O bear me my blessing afar to the West, For the heart in my bosom is broken ; I fail. Should death of a sudden now pierce my breast I should die of the love that I bear the Gael ! From the Irish by Douglas Hyde.
Page 157 - Sanctus horreum egreditur, et ad monasterium revertens, media residet via, in quo loco postea crux, 6molari infixa lapide, hodieque stans, in margine cernitur viae. Dumque ibidem Sanctus, ut praefatus sum, senio fessus, paululum sedens, requiesceret, ecce albus occurrit 'caballus, obediens servitor, qui scilicet ' lactaria vascula ad monasterium gestare consueverat.
Page 151 - Then again Fergus shouted a second time. " Surely that was the call of a man of Erin," said Naisi. " Surely no," said Deirdre ; " let us play on." Then again Fergus shouted a third time, and Naisi knew that it was the cry of Fergus, and he said...
Page 157 - Sanctus, ut praefatus sum, senio fessus, paululum sedens, requiesceret, ecce albus occurrit caballus, obediens servitor, qui scilicet lactaria bocetum inter et monasterium vascula gestare consueverat. Hie ad Sanctum...
Page 142 - Too swiftly my coracle flies on her way ; From Derry I mournfully turned her prow ; I grieve at the errand which drives me today To the land of the Ravens, to Alba, now.