A Literary History of Ireland, from Earliest Times to the Present DayHyde, Douglas
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A Literary History of Ireland, from Earliest Times to the Present Day
Hyde, Douglas
Civilization, Celtic, in literature; Irish literature -- History and criticism; Language and culture -- Ireland
"The Vale of Laidh, Oh in the Vale of Laidh, I used to sleep under
soft coverlet; fish and venison and the fat of the badger were my
repast in the Vale of Laidh.
"The Vale of Masan, oh the Vale of Masan, high its harts-tongue, fair
its stalks, we used to enjoy a rocking sleep above the grassy verge of
Masan.[5]
"The vale of Eiti, oh the vale of Eiti! In it I raised my first house,
lovely was its wood (when seen) on rising, the milking-house of the
sun was the vale of Eiti.
"Glendarua, oh Glendarua! my love to every one who enjoys it; sweet
the voice of the cuckoo upon bending bough upon the cliff above
Glendarua.
"Dear is Droighin over the strong shore. Dear are its waters over pure
sand; I would never have come from it had I not come with my love."
She ceased to sing, the vessel approached the shore, and the fugitives
are landed once more in Erin. But dangers thicken round them. Through
a strategy of King Conor's Fergus is placed under _geasa_ or tabu by
a man called Barach to stay and partake of a feast with him, and thus
detached from the sons of Usnach, who are left alone with his two sons
instead. Then Déirdre again uses all her influence with her husband
and his brothers to sail to Rathlin and wait there until they can be
rejoined by Fergus, but she does not prevail. After that she has a
terrifying dream, and tells it to them, but Naoise answered lightly in
verse--
"Thy mouth pronounceth not but evil,
O maiden, beautiful, incomparable;
The venom of thy delicate ruby mouth
Fall on the hateful furious foreigners."
Thereafter, as they advanced farther upon their way towards King
Conor's palace at Emania, the omens of evil grow thicker still, and
all Déirdre's terrors are re-awakened by the rising of a blood-red
cloud.
"'O Naoise, view the cloud
That I see here on the sky,
I see over Emania green
A chilling cloud of blood-tinged red.
I have caught alarm from the cloud
I see here in the sky,
It is like a gore-clot of blood,
The cloud terrific very-thin.'"
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