Bards of the Gael and Gall: Examples of the Poetic Literature of Erinn, Done Into English After the Metres and Modes of the Gael |
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Bards of the Gael and Gall: Examples of the Poetic Literature of Erinn, Done ... George Sigerson No preview available - 2018 |
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alliteration Amergin ancient Irish AUTHOR UNKNOWN babe bard bark battle beauty billows birds bo bán bo néro boughs brave bright tide Cael Celts century chief composed Concobar Connacht Cuchulainn darling fair dear death Deirdré delight Douglas Hyde Druids Dublin earth Eivlin a rúin Emania end-rime English Erinn Fair Hills fairy Fand fate Ferdiad Fianna Finn Fionn Flower Fomorian Gael Gaelic give Glen gold gray grief harp heart Hills of Eiré Hush-a-by hymn Innisfail Ireland Irish bards Isle King Kuno Meyer Lament lán land Latin lines literature loora Lugh maid maiden Mallo léro metre Milesians Milesius Munster Naisi ne'er neath never night noble Norse Norsemen O'Curry o'er Ossian poem poet poetry Queen rime royal sail Sedulius shield shoheen sing soft song sorrow stanza steed sweet thee thine thou verse vowels wailing whilst words youth
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Page 75 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 76 - And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 92 - AM desolate, Bereft by bitter fate ; No cure beneath the skies can save me, No cure on sea or strand, Nor in any human hand — But hers, this paining wound who gave me. I know not night from day, Nor thrush from cuckoo gray, Nor cloud from the sun that shines above thee — Nor freezing cold from heat, Nor friend — if friend I meet — I but know — heart's love ! — I love thee.
Page 194 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Page ix - But tell me, I pray you, have they any art in their compositions ? or be they any thing witty or well savoured, as poems should be ? Iren. Yea truly, I have caused divers of them to be translated unto me, that I might understand them, and surely they savoured of sweet wit and good invention, but skilled not of the goodly ornaments of poetry ; yet were they sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeliness unto them...
Page 364 - Every one who is black-haired, who is a tattler, guileful, tale-telling, noisy, contemptible ; every wretched, mean, strolling, unsteady, harsh, and inhospitable person ; every slave, every mean thief, every churl, every one who loves not to listen to music and entertainment, the disturbers of every council and every assembly, and the promoters of discord among people — these are the descendants of the Firbolgs, of the Gailiuns, of Liogaimc, and of the Fir Domhnanns, in Erinn.
Page 75 - To have thy asking, yet wait many years ; To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares ; To eat thy heart through comfortless despairs ; To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run, To spend, to give, to want, to be undone.
Page 73 - And ther is alle manner lykinge of lyf: — And ther is bright somer ever to se, And ther is nevere wynter in that countrie :And ther is more worshipe and honour, Then evere hade kynge other emperour.
Page 105 - LOST LEADER • JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone for his service! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been...
Page 364 - Every one who is white [of skin], brown [of hair], bold, honourable, daring, prosperous, bountiful in the bestowal of property, wealth, and rings, and who is not afraid of battle or combat — they are the descendants of the sons of Milesians in Erinn.