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112 THE GOLDEN TR EAS UR T OF |
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Nevermore upon the mountain,
Nevermore in fair or field Shall ye see the seven champions
Of the silver-mantled shield.
I will play the " Cumhadh na Cloinne," Wildest of the rovvth of tunes
Gathered by the love of mortal From the olden druid-runes.
Wail ye ! Night is on the water;
Wind and wave are roaring loud — Caoine for the fallen children
Of the piper of MacLeod. |
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THE NINE GLENS OF AON-DRUIM»
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HERE is fire in the heart of the Nine Glens within, That Oisin, the ardent-souled, would live again to light: The seed of fire that molders there in darkness chill and dim Must blow to bloom flame-bright.
• Gleann-taise, the glen of the fetch or ghost. Gleann-seisg, the glen of the green sedge. Gleann-Duine, the glen of the Abhainn-Duine River. Gleann-corp, the glen of the dead bodies. Gleannan (Gleann-aithin), the glen of the little ford. Gleann-baile-Eamain, the glen of the town of Eaman. Gleann-araimh, the glen of the ploughman. Gleann-gorm, the blue glen. Gleann-cloiche, the glen of the stone. |
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