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    <id>517</id>
    <title>Ferg007</title>
    <updated>Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15</updated>
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    <collections>Conary</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1880</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Saturday, March 12, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Ferg007</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Chariot, Cattle, Reprobate</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
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    <transcript>﻿Forbid the rising thought that these be they !)
Yet shall we soon be many ; for they come.
They whom on Street Midluachra late we saw.
Now following on Street Cualann. In good time
They join us ; for, be sure such chariot-throng
Leaves not the borders of the warlike North,
But champions good come with it. Let us in.&quot;
While thus fared Conary, the pirates&#039; scouts
Who watched the coast, put off to where the fleet,
Stay&#039;d on the heaving ridges of the main,
Lay off Ben-Edar. Ingcel&#039;s galley reached,
High on the prow they found him looking forth,
As from a crag o&#039;er-hanging grassy lands
Where home-bred cattle graze, the lion glares
A-hungered ; and, behind, as meaner beasts
That wait the lion&#039;s onset for their share,
Outlaw&#039;d and reprobate of many a land.
The ravening crew. Beside him, right and left.
Stood Lomna, Ferragon, and Fergobar ;
Which Lomna in the closure of his cloak
Wore a gold brooch embossed with flashing gems
Choicest by far of all their spoils yet won :
And Ingcel thus demanded of the spies — 

&quot; What saw ye, say ? &quot; 

&quot; A chariot-cavalcade
Along Street Cualann moving from the north.
Splendid the show of lofty-pacing steeds
And glittering war-cars : chariots seventeen
We counted. In the first were reverend men. 
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