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THE LAY OF DARGO. 23
Nor did his shield suffice to aid him.
Then wept Lochlinn and Innisfail,
And wej^t the remnant of Fingal's sons ;
270 And the bard sang a dirge of mighty wailing,
When he saw the chieftain lifeless.
LAMENT OVER ARMOR.
Tall wert thou as the oaks of the valley,
Dauntless thy speed, like the mountain eagle ;
Thy strength as the blast of Loda in his fury,
275 Deadly thy blade as the mist of Lego's mere.
early is thy flight to the clouds !
Too soon for us, O hero ! art thou fallen.
Who shall tell thy aged sire thou art no more,
Or who to thy young wife bring comfort ?
280 I see thy father bowed with the weight of years,
All in vain expecting thy coming.
His trembling hand leans upon the spear,
His gi'ay bare head is like an aspen in the blast.
Each cloud deceives his dim eye,
285 As he watches expectant for thy ship.
A beam of joy plays on his aged face,
And he cries to the young ones — " I see the boat !
The children look out upon the sea ;
Nought but the sailing mist do they behold.
290 He shakes his gi-ay head ;
Mournful is his sigh, and his face is sad.
1 see Crimina ; a smile is on her face.
As she thinks to see thee upon the shore.
Her lips in sleep oft salute thee,
Nor did his shield suffice to aid him.
Then wept Lochlinn and Innisfail,
And wej^t the remnant of Fingal's sons ;
270 And the bard sang a dirge of mighty wailing,
When he saw the chieftain lifeless.
LAMENT OVER ARMOR.
Tall wert thou as the oaks of the valley,
Dauntless thy speed, like the mountain eagle ;
Thy strength as the blast of Loda in his fury,
275 Deadly thy blade as the mist of Lego's mere.
early is thy flight to the clouds !
Too soon for us, O hero ! art thou fallen.
Who shall tell thy aged sire thou art no more,
Or who to thy young wife bring comfort ?
280 I see thy father bowed with the weight of years,
All in vain expecting thy coming.
His trembling hand leans upon the spear,
His gi'ay bare head is like an aspen in the blast.
Each cloud deceives his dim eye,
285 As he watches expectant for thy ship.
A beam of joy plays on his aged face,
And he cries to the young ones — " I see the boat !
The children look out upon the sea ;
Nought but the sailing mist do they behold.
290 He shakes his gi-ay head ;
Mournful is his sigh, and his face is sad.
1 see Crimina ; a smile is on her face.
As she thinks to see thee upon the shore.
Her lips in sleep oft salute thee,
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| Early Gaelic Book Collections > Hew Morrison Collection > Dàn an Deirg; agus, Tiomna Ghuill (Dargo and Gaul) > (53) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/78800528 |
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| Description | Two poems, from Dr. Smith's collection, entitled the Sean dàna, newly translated, with a revised Gaelic text, notes, and introduction, by C.S. Jerram. |
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| Shelfmark | H.M.215 |
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| Description | A selection of items from a collection of 320 volumes and 30 pamphlets of literary and religious works in Scottish Gaelic. From the personal library of Hew Morrison, the first City Librarian of Edinburgh. |
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| Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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