The death of the children of Usnach. The return of Claneboy. The captive of Killeshin

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Sealy, Bryers & Walker, 1887

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Page 30 - THE lions of the hill are gone, And I am left alone — alone — Dig the grave both wide and deep, For I am sick, and fain would sleep! The falcons of the wood are flown. And I am left alone — alone — Dig the grave both deep and wide, And let us slumber side by side. The dragons of the rock are sleeping, Sleep that wakes not for our weeping: Dig the grave and make it ready; Lay me on my true Love's body. Lay their spears and bucklers bright By the warriors' sides aright; Many a day the Three...
Page 31 - Neath each head, the blue claymore : Many a time the noble three Reddened these blue blades for me. Lay the collars as is meet Of their greyhounds at their feet ; Many a time for me have they Brought the tall red deer to bay. In the falcon's jesses throw Hook and arrow, line and bow ; Never again by stream or plain. Shall the gentle woodsmen go. Sweet companions...
Page 32 - Neesa's tongue is cold in death. Stag, exult on glen and mountain — Salmon, leap from loch to fountain — Heron, in the free air warm ye — Usnach's sons no more will harm ye ! Erin's stay no more you are, Rulers of the ridge of war ; Never more 'twill be your fate To keep the beam of battle straight...
Page 21 - FAREWELL to fair Alba, high house of the sun, Farewell to the mountain, the cliff, and the dun; Dun Sweeny, adieu! for my love cannot stay, And tarry I may not when love cries away.
Page 32 - twill be your fate To keep the beam of battle straight. Woe is me ! by fraud and wrong, Traitors false, and tyrants strong, Fell Clan Usnach, bought and sold For Barach's feast and Conor's gold. Woe to Eman, roof and wall ! Woe to Red Branch, hearth and hall ! Tenfold woe and black dishonour To the foul and false Clan Conor. Dig the grave both wide and deep, Sick I am, and fain would sleep ! Dig the grave, and make it ready, Lay me on my true love's body.
Page 31 - By the warriors' sides aright. Many a day the three before me On their linked bucklers bore me. Lay upon the low grave floor, 'Neath each head, the blue claymore; Many a time the noble three Reddened these blue blades for me.
Page 30 - ... not." Then the sons of Usnach made a phalanx of their shields, and spread the links of their joined bucklers round Deirdre, and bounding forth like three eagles, swept down upon the troops of Conor, making great havoc of the people. But when Cathbad, the Druid, saw that the sons of Usnach were bent on the destruction of Conor himself, he had recourse to his arts of magic, and he cast an enchantment over them, so that their arms fell from their hands, and they were taken by the men of Ulster ;...
Page xii - Woe to the heart that meditated, woe to the mind that conceived, woe to the council that decided on, the project of their setting out on this voyage, without knowing whether they should ever return to their native principalities or patrimonies to the end of the World.1 LIII.
Page 22 - Urchy! where loudly and long My love used to wake up the woods with his song, While the son of the rock, from the depths of the dell, Laughed sweetly in answer — Glen Urchy, farewell!
Page 62 - That all our youth's tresses of yellow be shorn, And bonnets, instead, of a new fashion, worn ; That mantles like Owen Bawn's shield us no more, That hunting and fishing henceforth we give o'er, That the net and the arrow aside must be laid, For hammer and trowel, and mattock and spade ; That the echoes of music must sleep in their caves, That the slave must forget his own tongue for a slave's, That the sounds of our lips must be strange in our ears, And our bleeding hands toil in the dew of our...

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