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180 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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On stormy Slieve Mis
Spread the cry far and wide, From steep Slieve Finnalenn
The wild eagle replied. 'Mong the Reeks, like the
Thunder-peal's echoing shout, It bursts, and deep bellows
Bright Brandon gives out.
Such warring, I thought,
Could be only for him; The blood shower that made
The gay harvest field dim, The fiery tailed star
That a comet men call, Were omens of his
As of great Caesar's fall.
The localities mentioned are lakes, mountains, and glens in the South of Ireland, in the counties of Cork, Limerick, and Kerry.
THE LORD OF DUNKERRON
From " Fairy Legends."
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HE lord of Dunkerron—O'Sullivan More, Why seeks he at midnight the sea-beaten shore ? His bark lies in haven, his hounds are asleep; No foes are abroad on the land or the deep.
Yet nightly the lord of Dunkerron is known On the wild'shore to watch and to wander alone; For a beautiful spirit of ocean, 'tis said, The lord of Dunkerron would win to his bed. |
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