Heroic Romances of Ireland — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about Heroic Romances of Ireland — Complete.

Heroic Romances of Ireland — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about Heroic Romances of Ireland — Complete.

I see his cheeks, with meadow’s blush they glow;
Black as a beetle, runs his eyebrows’ line;
His lips are red; and, white as noble snow
I see his teeth, like pearls they seem to shine.

Well have I known the splendid garb he bears,
Oft among Alba’s warriors seen of old: 
A crimson mantle, such as courtier wears,
And edged with border wrought of ruddy gold.

Of silk his tunic; great its costly price;
For full one hundred pearls thereon are sewn;
Stitched with findruine,[FN#44] bright with strange device,
Full fifty ounces weighed those threads alone.

Gold-hilted in his hand I see his sword;
Two spears he holds, with spear-heads grim and green;
Around his shield the yellow gold is poured,
And in its midst a silver boss is seen.

Fair Fergus ruin on us all hath brought! 
We crossed the ocean, and to him gave heed: 
His honour by a cup of ale was bought;
From him hath passed the fame of each high deed.

If Ulster on this plain were gathered here
Before king Conor; and those troops he’d give,
I’d lose them all, nor think the bargain dear,
If I with Naisi, Usna’s son, could live.

Break not, O king, my heart to-day in me;
For soon, though young, I come my grave unto: 
My grief is stronger than the strength of sea;
Thou, Conor, knowest well my word is true.

“Whom dost thou hate the most,” said Conor, “of these whom thou now seest?”

“Thee thyself,” she answered, “and with thee Eogan the son of Durthacht.”

[FN#44] Pronounced find-roony; usually translated “white bronze.”

“Then,” said Conor, “thou shalt dwell with Eogan for a year;” and he gave Deirdre over into Eogan’s hand.

Now upon the morrow they went away over the festal plain of Macha, and Deirdre sat behind Eogan in the chariot; and the two who were with her were the two men whom she would never willingly have seen together upon the earth, and as she looked upon them, “Ha, Deirdre,” said Conor, “it is the same glance that a ewe gives when between two rams that thou sharest now between me and Eogan!” Now there was a great rock of stone in front of them, and Deirdre struck her head upon that stone, and she shattered her head, and so she died.

This then is the tale of the exile of the sons of Usnach, and of the Exile of Fergus, and of the death of Deirdre.

THE LAMENT OF DEIRDRE OVER THE SONS OF USNACH

ACCORDING TO THE GLENN MASAIN VERSION

ALSO THE CONCLUSION OF THE TALE FROM THE SAME VERSION

I grieved not, Usna’s sons beside;
But long, without them, lags the day: 
Their royal sire no guest denied;
Three lions from Cave Hill were they.

Three dragons bred in Mona’s fort
Are dead:  to them from life I go;
Three chiefs who graced the Red Branch Court,
Three rocks, who broke the rush of foe.

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