[{"node":{"title":"Ferg018","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg018","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Syrian, Erin, Bees","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg018","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/Ferg018_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" Three brave youths I saw ;\nThree brothers, as I judge Their mantles wide\nWere all of Syrian silk ; and needle-work\nOf gold on every hem. With ivory combs\nThey smoothed the shining ridges of their hair\nThat spread and rippled to their shoulder-tips,\nAnd moved with every motion of their brows. \n\nA slender, tender boy beside them slept,\nHis head in one attendant's lap, his feet\nIn lap of other one ; and, couched beside,\nA hound I saw, and heard him ' Ossar ' called.\"\n\" Whose be these Syrian silks shall soon be mine.\nOh Ferragon } and wherefore weep'st thou, say ? \" \n\n\" Alas, too well I know them ; and I weep\nTo think that where they are, he must be near\nTheir father, Conary, himself, the king :\nAnd woe it is that he whose infant lips\nSuck'd the same breast as ours, should now be there ! \"\n\" What, Conary, the arch-king of the realm\nOf Erin here ? Say, sawest thou there a king ? \"\n\" I know not if a king ; but one I saw\nSeated apart : before his couch there hung\nA silver broidered curtain ; grey he was,\nOf aspect mild, benevolent, composed.\nA cloak he wore of colour like the haze\nOf a May morning when the sun shines warm\nOn dewy meads and fresh-ploughed tillage land,\nVariously beautiful, with border broad\nOf golden woof that glittered to his knee \n","Type":"Text"}}]