[{"node":{"title":"Ferg050","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg050","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fairyland, Knocklayd, Glenariff","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg050","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/Ferg050_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffTake this good sword of mine. There -spreads no shield \n\nBefore the breast of champion of the Branch\nBut it will pierce it ; Conor's own except :\nFor it was forged by smiths of fairyland,\nAnd all the voices of the floods and seas\nWhen loudest raised, are welded in its rim.\nBut in this errand that I send you on\nNo need will either have of sword or spear. \n\nNAISI.\nMount, Deirdre Sons of Fergus, ride beside ;\nSet forward cheerly: son of Roy, adieu ! \n\nDEIRDRE.\n'Tis hard to fancy fraud behind an eye\nSo open blue. Ride near me, Ulan Finn ;\nAnd, as our chariot glides along the mead.\nTell me the mountains and the streams we pass,\nThe lakes, the woods, and mansions by the way.\nWhat hills be these around us ? \n\nILLAN.\nThat, Knocklayd\nTo rightward, girded with his chalky belt ;\nLurgeden yonder, smoothly-back' d to us,\nBut browed like frowning giant toward the sea ;\nAnd now to leftward, haunted by the fays,\nGlenariff's birchen bowers and clear cascade. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nAnd in the distance, glittering to the west ? \n\nILLAN.\nOur silver river, that; the humming Bann. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nWhy humming ? \n\nILLAN.\n'Tis a pretty country tale \u2014 \n","Type":"Text"}}]