The story of the Irish before the Conquest

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Bell and Daldy, 1868 - 313 pages
This book is a history of Ireland from the mythical period to the invasion under Strongbow.

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Page 39 - 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 147 - Who is God ? " And where is God ? " And of what (nation) is God ? " And where is His dwelling-place ? " Has your God sons and daughters, gold and silver ? " Is he ever-living? " Is He beautiful ? " Did many foster His Son ? " Are his daughters dear and beauteous to men of the world ? " Is He in heaven or in earth ? "In the sea?
Page 119 - They loosed their curse against the king; They cursed him in his flesh and bones; And daily in their mystic ring They turn'd the maledictive stones, Till, where at meat the monarch sate, Amid the revel and the wine, He choked upon the food he ate, At Sletty, southward of the Boyne.
Page 115 - Fin and Gaul sound strange — Yet thine the same — By miscalled lake and desecrated grange — Remains, and shall remain! The Druid's altar and the Druid's creed We scarce can trace. There is not left an undisputed deed Of all your race...
Page 274 - Prince of Leinster, has been received into the bosom of our grace and benevolence : wherefore, whosoever, within the ample extent of our territories, shall be willing to lend aid towards this prince as our faithful and liege subject, let such person know that we do hereby grant to him for said purpose our licence and favour.
Page 38 - 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 before me On their linked bucklers bore me.
Page 120 - Spread not the beds of Brugh for me When restless death-bed's use is done: But bury me at Rossnaree And face me to the rising sun. 'For all the kings who lie in Brugh Put trust in gods of wood and stone; And 'twas at Ross that first I knew One, Unseen, who is God alone. 'His...
Page 85 - And the Sun, through starry stages, measuring from the Ram and Bull, Tells us of renewing Ages, and that Nature's time is full: So, perchance, these silly breezes even now may swell the sail, Brings the leavening word of Jesus westward also to the Gael.
Page 218 - I travelled its fruitful provinces round, And in every one of the five* I found. Alike in church and in palace hall, Abundant apparel and food for all. Gold and silver I found, and money, Plenty of wheat and plenty of honey ; I found G•od's people rich in pity, Found many a feast and many a city.
Page 39 - Naisi'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...

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