[{"node":{"title":"Ferg054","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg054","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sun, Wind, Chambers","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg054","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/Ferg054_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffBUINO.\nThat is renowned Crevilly's sacred ash,\nAnd they beneath it are its worshippers\nSmall the return their worship's like to bring,\nMade to dead wood and early-dropping leaves. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nThou deemest, then, there is no God in it ? \n\nBUINO.\nNo more than in the fountain or the earn,\nThe pillar-circle or the standing stone,\nWhere other worshippers perform their rounds. \n\nDEIRDRE\nNor in the sun, or wind, or elements ? \n\nBUINO.\nNo more \n\nDEIRDRE\nBut thou believest in the Gods\nWho, whether present under forms of things\nPerceptible to sense, or whether lodged\nApart in secret chambers of the air,\nTake notice of the impious acts of men\nAs murders, treasons, lovers' broken vows ? \n\nBUINO.\nSunshine and dew fall equal on the fields\nOf this man and of that : the thunderbolt\nStrikes, indiscriminating, good and bad. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nHow, then, oblige men to the oaths they swear ? \n\nBUINO,\nEach nation has its proper swearing-Gods,\nWhom invocating, if one speak the Ue,\nBeing found out, he's punishable here. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nBut there ? \n\nBUINO\nI know not : I was never there,\nNor ever yet met anyone who was\nBut all these things may be as thou hast said.\nI know not : but allow it possible. \n\nDEIRDRE.\nOh ! yonder see the lake in prospect fair,\nIt lies beneath us like a polished shield.\nAh, me ! methinks, I could imagine it\nCast down by some despairing deity.\nFlying before the unbelief of men.\nThere, in the vale below, a river clear\nRuns by a mounded mansion steep and strong\nKnow'st thou the name and story of the place ? \n\nBUINO.\n'Tis called Rathmore, and nothing more know I.\nUlan belike has got some old romance,\nPassing with poets for its history \n","Type":"Text"}}]