The Story of the Irish Before the Conquest: From the Mythical Period to the Invasion Under StrongbowBell and Daldy, 1868 - 303 páginas |
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Adamnan Aedh Ailill Alba Ard-Righ Armagh arms army avenge bard battle battle of Moy beautiful Brian Brian Boru brother Cashel Cathbad champion chariot chief chieftains Christ Christian church Clan Clonmacnoise Clontarf Columba Conall Carnach Connaught Conor Cormac Cormac Cas Criffan Crom Cruach Cruachan Cuailgné Cuanna Cuchullin Danes Dathi daughter death deed Deirdré Dermid descendants Donall Donogh Druids Dublin Emania Eochy Eremon Erin exile father Ferdiah Fergus Finn Finnian of Clonard Firbolg Gael gift Grania Grellan hand hero holy honour hostages hosts Hy-Many Hy-Niall Iona Ireland Irish island Keth Kieran king of Leinster land little boy Lugaid Malachy Meath monarch monastery Munster Murrogh Naisi Nial noble Ollioll Olum Owen Patrick period Picts prince provincial kings race Rath Red Branch reign saint Scotland sons sought spear sword Tara thee thou throne tribes Tuath-De-Danaans Turlogh Uladh Ulster Ultonians Usnach valour warriors wounded youth
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Página 39 - 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...
Página 40 - By the warriors' sides aright ; Many a day the three before me On their linke'd 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.
Página 120 - 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.
Página 122 - Neath blackening squalls he swell'd and boil'd; And thrice the wondering gentile lords Essay'd to cross, and thrice recoil'd. Then forth stepp'd grey-hair'd warriors four: They said, "Through angrier floods than these, On link'd shields once our king we bore From Dread-Spear and the hosts of Deece. "And long as loyal will holds good, And limbs respond with helpful thews, Nor flood, nor fiend within the flood, Shall bar him of his burial dues.
Página 291 - 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.
Página 187 - Derry ; I grieve at my errand o'er the noble sea, Travelling to Alba of the ravens. My foot in my sweet little coracle, My sad heart still bleeding : Weak is the man that cannot lead ; Totally blind are all the ignorant. There is a grey eye That looks back upon Erin ; It shall not see, during life, The men of Erin, nor their wives.
Página 121 - 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...
Página 295 - O'Kelly's Country, in the Counties of Galway and Roscommon. Edited from d the the Book of Lecan in the Library of the Royal Irish Academy, in the original Irish; with a Translation and Notes, and a Map of Hy-Many, by JOHN O'DONOVAN, Esq.
Página 116 - They prayed with fire-touched lips. Great were their deeds, their passions and their sports ; With clay and stone They piled on strath and shore those mystic forts, Not yet o'erthrown ; On cairn-crown'd hills they held their council-courts ; While youths alone, With giant dogs, explored the elk resorts, And brought them down.
Página 122 - That touch'd the Boyne with ruffling wings, It stirr'd him in his sedgy lair And in his mossy moorland springs. And as the burial train came down With dirge and savage dolorous shows, Across their pathway...