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    <id>529</id>
    <title>Ferg019</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>Ferg019</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Juggler, Danced, Ossar</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
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    <transcript>﻿A stream of light. Before him on the floor
A juggler played his feats : nine balls he had,
And flung them upward, eight in air at once,
And one in hand : like swarm of summer bees
Tliey danced and circled, till his eye met mine ;
Then he could catch no more ; but down they fell
And rolled upon the floor. &#039; An evil eye
Has seen me,&#039; said the juggler ; and the child
Who slept beside, awoke, and cried aloud,
&#039; Ossar ! good dog, hie forth and chase the thieves ! &#039;
Then judged I longer to remain were ill,
But, ere I left, discharged a rapid glance
Around the house, beholding many a band
Of able guardsmen corsleted and helm&#039;d,
Of captains, carriers, farriers, charioteers,
Horseboys and laqueys, all in order set.
All good men of their hands, and weapon&#039;d well.&quot; 

Said Ferragon, &quot; If my advice were given,
&#039;Twould be to leave this onset unessayed.&quot; 

&quot; Pity to slay this king,&quot; said Lomna Druth :
&#039;* Since he has reigned there has not fallen a year
Of dearth, or plague, or murrain on the land :
The dew has never left the blade of gra~3
One day of Conary&#039;s time, before the noon ;
Nor harsh wind ruffled hair upon the side
Of grazing beast. Since he began his reign.
From mid-spring to mid-autumn, cloud nor storm
Has dimm&#039;d the daily-shining, bounteous sun ; 
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