[{"node":{"title":"Ferg014","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg014","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ailill, Shadow, Flesh","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg014","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg014_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffWhen strife fell out in Tara Luachra's hall\nAround Cuchullin and the butchering bands\nOf treacherous Maeve and Ailill, they were there.\" \n\n\" To-night their pipes shall play us to our ships\nWith strains of triumph ; or their fingers' ends\nShall never close the stops of music more,\"\nSo Ingcel ; but again said Ferragon, \n\n\" Men of the Sidhs they are : to strike at them\nIs striking at a shadow. If 'tis they,\nShun this assault ; for I have also heard\nAt the first tuning of these elvish pipes\nNor crow nor cormorant round all the coasts\nBut hastens to partake the flesh of men.\" \n\n\" Flesh ye shall have, of Ingcel's enemies,\nAll fowl that hither flap the wing to-night 1\nAnd music too at table, as it seems.\nWhat further sawest thou ? \" \n\n\" On a broader bench\nThree vast-proportioned warriors, by whose side\nThe slender pipers showed as small as wrens.\nIn their first greyness they ; grey-dark their robes,\nGrey-dark their swords enormous, of an edge \n\nTo slice the hair on water. He who sits\nThe midmost of the three grasps with both hands \n\nA spear of fifty rivets, and so sways \n","Type":"Text"}}]