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    <title>Ferg008</title>
    <Collections>Conary</Collections>
    <Contributor>Linen Hall Library</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1880</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Saturday, March 12, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Ferg008</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Erin, Firewood, Cualann</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg008</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg008_2.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿Poets, belike, or judges. After these
Heralds, it seem&#039;d, or high apparitors
That give the world to know a great one comes
He in the third car rode ; an aged man.
Full-grey, majestical, of face serene.
Followed by household numerous and strong,
Cooks, butlers, door- wards, cup-bearers, and grooms.
What heard ye ? &quot; 

&quot; From a vast hall&#039;s open doors
The stroke of steel on flint at kindling fire ;
And every stroke so sounded as the arm
That gave it were a giant&#039;s, and every shower
Of sparks it shed — as if a summer sky
Lightened at eve — illumined the dusk around.&quot;
&quot; What this, good Ferragon, who best of all
Knowest Erin hill and valley, things and men } &quot;
Said Ingcel. Ferragon made answer slow,
(For, first, his soul said this within himself,
&quot; Oh, royal brother, that it be not thou ! &quot;) —
&quot; I know not what may be this open hall
With fire at hand unless, belike, it be
Da-Derga&#039;s guest-house, which, for all who come
By Cualann Street, stands open, wherein still
Firewood stands stack&#039; d and brazen cauldron hangs
Slung ready, and clear water running through ;
Bruidin-Da-Derga.&quot;
&quot; And the man who strikes
The flint and steel to kindle fire therein ? &quot; 

&quot; I know not if it be not that he be
Some king&#039;s fore-runner, sent before a king
To kindle fire ere yet the king himself 
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