The Foray of Queen Meave: And Other Legends of Ireland's Heroic Age

Kegan Paul, Trench, 1882 - 233 ページ


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iii ページ - The Foray of Queen Meave, and other Legends of Ireland's Heroic Age.
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173 ページ - In all its strength returned ; round either's neck That other wound his arms and kissed him thrice. That night their coursers in the self-same field Grazed, side by side ; that night their charioteers With rushes gathered from the self-same stream Made smooth their masters' beds, then sat themselves By the same fire.
173 ページ - Ferdia's ; while to him in turn Ferdia sent whate'er of meats or drinks . Held strengthening power or cordial, to allay Distempered nerve or nimble spirit infuse, In equal portions shared. The second morn They met at sunrise.
180 ページ - Then ran Cuchullain to that great one dead, And raised him in his arms, and laid him down Beside the Ford, but on its northern bank, Not in that realm by Ailill swayed and Meave: Long time he looked the dead man in the face; Then by him fell in swoon. ' Cuchullain, rise ! The men of Erin be upon thee ! Rise !
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v ページ - On this supposition it must have existed in a rudimental form a little before the Christian Era. It was lost for several centuries, but recovered in the sixth, when, according to the legend recorded by Professor O'Curry, St.
96 ページ - In early days no doubt the swan was the totem of some tribe, and being also the most famous metamorphosis of Jupiter, it would naturally follow that this bird should be held specially sacred. The Irish saga shows the strength of the belief : — Then was it Erin's sons, listening that cry, Decreed : " The man who slays a swan shall die.
2 ページ - Therein a little maiden-wonder lay Unlike all babes besides in mien and hue, Bright as a lily-bud at break of day That flashes through the night's unlifted dew : Beaming her eyes, like planets glad and fair: And o'er her forehead curved a fringe of hair. The tender fairy hand, whose substance fine Glimmered as of compacted moonbeams made With such a stealthy smoothness did it shine, Above the coverlet unquiet strayed; And some one said, ' It knows the things to be, And seeks its wand of destined...
177 ページ - So waxed the warriors' frenzy. Hours went by : That day they sought not rest on rock or mound, Held no discourse.