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They vanished like two Beams of Light, which fly from the Heath in a Storm: They funk like twq Stars in a Cloud when the Winds'of the North arise.

For Thee weep the Maids, Fear-comhraic, along the echoing Hills. For Thee the Women weep; O Mulrnin ; Chief of the Wars of Erin. I see not Fear-comhraic op. the Hill; I fee no: Muimin in the Storms of Ocean, Raise, raise the Songs; relate the Tale. Descend, ye Tears of other Times.

Diorma was the Daughter of Connaid the Chief of a thoufand Shields.

Diorma was among the Maids, as the white Flower among the Heath.

Her Breast was like a white Cloud in Heaven. Her Bosom like the Top of a Wave in a Storm. Her Hair was like Smoke in the Sun: Her Eye like the Start of Morn. Not fairer looks the Moon from between two Clouds, than the Face of Diorma from between her Locks.

A thoufand Heroes loved the Maid; the Maid loved none but Fear-comhraic. He loved the Maid, and well he mis;ht; fair among; Women was the Daughter of Connaid. She was the Light of his Soul in Danger ; the Strength of his Arm in Battle.

Who shall deny me the Maid, faid Fear-comhraic, who, the fairest of Women, Diorma! Hard must

be be his Helm of Steel, and strong his Shield of Iron.

I deny her, faid Muirnin Son of the Chief of

generous Shells. My Sword is keen, my Spear is strong; the Valiant yeild to Muirnin.

Come then, thou Son of Cormac, O mighty Muirnin, come! leave the Hills of Erin, come on the foamy Wave. Let thy Ship, like a Cloud, come over the Storms of Ocean.

He came along the Sea :. His Sails were like grey Mist on the Heath : Long was his Spear of Ash; his Shield like the Bloody Moon.—Aodan Son cf jfrmclach came; the Youth of the gloomy Brow.

Rise, Fear-comhraic, rife, thou Love of the soft Diorma? Fight or yield the Maid, Son of the great pomhfeadan.

He rose like a Cloud on the Hill, when the Winds of Autumn blow.

Tall art thou, faid Fear-comhraic, Son of mighty Cormac; fair are thy Cheeks of Youth, and strong thy Arm of War. Prepare the Feast, and flay the Deer; send round the Shell of Joy: Three Days we seast together; we fight on the fourth, Son of Cormac.

Why should I sheath my Sword, Son of the noble Comhfeadan? Yield to me, Son of Battk, and raise nry Fame in Erin.

Raise thou my Tomb, O Muirnin! If Wiarcemhraic fall by thy Steel, place my bright Sword by my Side, in the Tomb of the lonely Hill.

We fight by the Noise of the Stream, Muirnin / wield thy Steel.

Swords found on Helmets, sound on Shields; Brass clashes, clatters, rings. Sparkles buzz; Shivers fly; Death bounds from Mail to Mail. As leaps a Stone from Rock to Rock, so Blow succeeds to Blow. Their Eyes dart Fire; their Nostrils blow: They leap, they thrust, they wound.

Slowly, slowly falls the Blade of Muirnin, Son of War. He sinks, his Armour rings; he cries, I die Fear-comhraic, I die.

And fairs the bravest of Men, the Chief of lnnisfhallin I Stretch wide the Sail; ascend the Wave, and bring the Youth to Erin. Deep on the Hill* of Erin is the Sigh of Maids. For thee, my Foe, I mourn: Thou art the Grief of Fear-combraic.

Rise, ye Winds of the sounding Hill; sigh over the Fall of Muirnin ! Weep Diorma, for the Hero; weep, Maid of the Arms of Snow; appear like the Sun in Rain; move in Tears along the Shore!

Aodan saw the Fall of Muirnin, and drew the sounding Bow; The grey-winged Arrow flew, and

pierced pierced the Breast of Fear-comhraic. AoJan, faid Fear-ctnnbraic, where was the Sword of War? Where was the Spear of thy Strength, when thus thou hast slain Fear-comhraic? Raise, gloomy Youth, raise thou our Tombs ! I will rest with the Chief of Innisfhallin.

Who is that on the Hill like a Sun-beam in a Storm? Who is that with the heaving Breasts, which are like two Wreaths of Snow? Thy blue Eyes roll in Tears, thou Daughter of mighty Connaid! Thy Hair flies round thy Temples, as the Mist on the Rocks of Ardven. Thy Robe flows ontheHjath, Daughter of Grief, Diorma! He is fallen on the Hill like a Stream of Light in a Cloud. No more shall he hear thy Voice like the Sound of the String df Music. The Strength of the War is gone; the Cheek of Youth is pale.


CUCHULAID fat by the Wall; by the Tree of the rustling Leafs. His Spear leaned against the Mofly Rock. His Shield lay by him on the .Grass. Whilst he thought on the mighty Carbre whom he slew in Battle, the Scout of the Ocean came, Moran the Son of Fithil.

* This is the Opening of the Epic Poem mentioned in the Preface. Tlte*wo following Fragments are Parts of fame Episodes of the fame >Vork. ,

•f The Aspen or Poplar Tri«.

Rise, Cuchulaid, rise! I see the Ships of Garve. Many are the Foe, Cuchulaid; many the Sons of Ltchlyn.

Moran! thou ever tremblest; thy Fears increase , the Foe. They are the Ships of the Desert of Hills arrived to assist Cuchulaid,

I faw their Chief, fays Moran, tall as a Rock of Ice. His Spear is like that Fir; his Shield like the rising Moon He fat upon a Rock on the Shore, as a grey Cloud upon the Hill. Many, mighty Man! I faid, many are our Heroes; Garve, well art thou .named [r], many are the Sons of our King.

He answered like a Wave on the Rock; who is like me here? The Valiant live not with me; they go to the Earth from my Hand. The King of the Desert of Hills alone can fight with Garve. Once we wrestled on the Hill. Our Heels overturned the Wood. Rocks sell from their Place, and Rivulets changed their Course.' Three Days we strove together; Heroes stood at a Distance, and seared. On the fourth, the King faith that I sell; but Garve faith, he stood. Let Cuchulaid yield to him that is strong as a Storm.

No. I will never yield to Man. Cuchulaid WAX conquer or die. Go, Moron, take my Spear;

{/] Garvt fignifiei a Man of great size.


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