{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Ferg001","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg001","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"W.B. Yeats","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg001","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/Ferg001_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffManuscript of \"Conary\".\n(W. B. Yeats called this\n the greatest of Irish poems.)\n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"511"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg002","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg002","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Conary, Fraternal","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg002","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/Ferg002_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffFull peace was Erin's under Conary,\nTill \u2014 though his brethren by the tender tie\nOf fosterage \u2014 Don Dessa's lawless sons,\nFer-ger, Fer-gel, and vengeful Fergobar,\nFor crimes that justly had demanded death,\nBy judgment mild he sent in banishment ;\nYet wrung his own fraternal heart the while,\nWhose brothers, Ferragon and Lomna Druth,\nDrawn by affection's ties, and thinking scorn\nTo stay behind while others led the way\nTo brave adventure, in their exile joined. \n\nBanished the land of Erin, on the sea\nThey roamed, and, roaming, with the pirate -hordes\nOf British Ingcel leagued ; and this their pact :\nThe spoil of Britain's and of Alba's coasts\nTo fall to them ; and Erin's counter-spoil\nTo fall to Ingcel. Britain's borders first\nThey ravaged ; and in one pernicious raid\nOf sack and slaughter indiscriminate,\nIngcel's own father and his brethren seven\nBy chance sojourning with the victims, slew.\nThen, Alba sack'd, said Ingcel, \"Steer we now\nFor Erin, and the promised counter-spoil.\" \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"512"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg003","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg003","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Druid, Violation","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg003","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/Ferg003_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" 'Tis just ; and welcome to our souls as well\nFor outrage unavenged,\" said Fergobar.\n\" 'Tis just : it is thy right,\" said Ferragon.\n\" 'Tis just, and woe it is ! \" said Lomna Druth. \n\n'Twas then that Conary from strife composed\nBy kingly counsel, 'twixt contending lords\nOf distant Thomond, held his journey home.\nBut, when in sight of Tara, lo, the sky\nOn every side reflected rising flame\nAnd gleam of arms. \" What this ? \" cried Conary.\nA certain Druid was there in the train\nWho answered, \" Often did I warn thee, King,\nThis journey at this season was ill-timed,\nAs made in violation of the gaysh\nThat King of Tara shall not judge a cause\nExcept in Tara's proper judgment hall\nFrom Beltane-day to May-day.\" \n\n\" Yea, in truth,.\n1 do remember now,\" said Conary,\nAmongst my prohibitions that is one.\nWhich thoughtlessly I've broken. Strange it is\nThat act for speedy justice and for peace\nAccomplished, should, with God, be disesteem'd.\nBut, since Religion's awful voice forbids,\nI pray forgiveness of offended Heaven,\nWhose anger at my fault too plain I see.\nAnd vow atonement at thy own award.\nBut, which way now ? \"\n\" Ride northward to the track\nWhere Street Midluachra and Street Cualann join ; \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"513"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg004","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg004","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Highway, Evil, Undone","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg004","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/Ferg004_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThere, choice of highway waits us, north or south.\"\nNorthward they rode. \" What be these moving brakes\nBefore us ? Nay, 'tis but a running drove\nOf antler' d stags. Whence come they ? and whence\ncome\nThese darkening flights of fowl above our heads ? \"\n\" These the wild brood of Clane-Milcarna's dens : \"\nReplied the druid. \"It is another gaysh\nFor Tara's King to see them leave their lairs\nAfter mid-day ; and ill will come of it,\"\n\" Omens of evil gather round my path,\nThough thought of evil in my breast is none,\"\nSaid Conary, and heaved a heavy sigh ;\n\" Yet, since I reign by law, and holy men\nCharged with the keeping of the law, declare\nThou shalt not so-and-so, at such a time\nDo or leave undone, it beseems not me\nTo question for what end the law is so :\nThough, were it but a human ordinance,\n'Twere, haply, counted childish : but, go to,\nI own another violated gaysh ;\nI pray forgiveness of offended Heaven ;\nAnd, since some fierce invading enemy \u2014\nMisguided brothers, that it be not you ! \u2014\nBars our approach to Tara, let us choose\nCualann highroad ; for Cualann-ward there dwells\nOne whom I once befriended ; and I know\nHis home will give me shelter for to-night,\nKnew I aright the way that leads to it.\"\n\" Name of the man, oh King ? \" demanded Cecht\n(Fly ye, foes all, fly ye before the face\nOf Cecht, the battle-sidesman of the King ! ) \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"514"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg005","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg005","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cauldron, Mansion, Emain","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg005","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/Ferg005_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThe biggest man yet gentlest-countenanced\nOf all that rode in Conary's company.\n\" Da-Derga he,\" said Conary. \n\n\" Ride on,\"\nSaid Cecht. \" Street Cualann whereon now we are\nLeads straight to Bru'n-Da-Derga, and leads straight\nThrough and beyond it. 'Tis a house of rest\nFor all that come and go ; where ready still\nThe traveller finds the wind-dried fuel stack'd,\nThe cauldron slung, the ale-vat on the floor.\nA strong, fast mansion. Seven good doors it has,\nAnd seven good benches betwixt door and door\nAnd seven good couches spread 'twixt bench and bench.\nAll that attend thee now, and all that come\u2014\nSee where they come along Midluachra track,\nThe host of Emain, in good time I judge.\nJourneying south \u2014 shall nothing want for room,\nI shall go forward : for my duty it is\nTo enter first at nightfall, when my king\nComes to his lodging ; and with flint and steel\nKindle the fire whose flame shall guide him home.\"\nThen forth, at gallop of his steeds, went Cecht ;\nWhile, slower following, Conary was aware\nOf three that rode before them on the way.\nRed were their coursers and their mantles red,\nRed, too, their caps, blood-red \u2014\n\" Another gaysh,\" \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"515"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg006","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg006","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Prohibitions, Triad, Tara","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg006","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/Ferg006_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffSaid Conary. \" I also call to mind\nAmid my prohibitions this is one,\nTo follow three red riders on the way ;\nInjunction idle, were it not divine.\nAfter them, Ferflath ; stay them till we pass.\"\nThen the Hght lad young Ferflath, Conary 's son\nSprang forth at gallop on the red men's track,\nAnd called his message shrilly from behind,\nBut failed to overtake them. He who rode\nLast of the triad sang him back a lay \u2014\n\" Water, oh youth, oh high swift-riding youth,\nOn back, on neck, on shoulder Highly borne.\nWater will quench : fire burn ; and shocks of hair\nAt horrid tidings, upon warriors' heads\nBristle as reeds in water ; water ; ho ! \"\nFerflath returned, and told to Conary\nThe lay the red man sang ; \" and sir,\" he said,\n\" I rode, I think, as seemly as himself.\nAnd know not what he meant : but sure I am\nThese are not men of mankind, as we are.\nBut fairy men and ministers of ill.\"\n\" Now then,\" said Conary, \" let every gaysh\nThat dread Religion with hard-knotting hand\nBinds on the King of Tara, for to-day\nBe broken ! Let them go. They may precede ;\nMay tie their red steeds at the great hall door,\nAnd choose their seats within ; and I, the King,\nMay follow, and accept the traveller's place\nLast to attain the inn. Well, be it so :\nRespect departs with fortune's one-day change\nBut, friends, despond not, you. Though few we be\nIn midst of these marauders (oh, my heart \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"516"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg007","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg007","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chariot, Cattle, Reprobate","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg007","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/Ferg007_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffForbid the rising thought that these be they !)\nYet shall we soon be many ; for they come.\nThey whom on Street Midluachra late we saw.\nNow following on Street Cualann. In good time\nThey join us ; for, be sure such chariot-throng\nLeaves not the borders of the warlike North,\nBut champions good come with it. Let us in.\"\nWhile thus fared Conary, the pirates' scouts\nWho watched the coast, put off to where the fleet,\nStay'd on the heaving ridges of the main,\nLay off Ben-Edar. Ingcel's galley reached,\nHigh on the prow they found him looking forth,\nAs from a crag o'er-hanging grassy lands\nWhere home-bred cattle graze, the lion glares\nA-hungered ; and, behind, as meaner beasts\nThat wait the lion's onset for their share,\nOutlaw'd and reprobate of many a land.\nThe ravening crew. Beside him, right and left.\nStood Lomna, Ferragon, and Fergobar ;\nWhich Lomna in the closure of his cloak\nWore a gold brooch embossed with flashing gems\nChoicest by far of all their spoils yet won :\nAnd Ingcel thus demanded of the spies \u2014 \n\n\" What saw ye, say ? \" \n\n\" A chariot-cavalcade\nAlong Street Cualann moving from the north.\nSplendid the show of lofty-pacing steeds\nAnd glittering war-cars : chariots seventeen\nWe counted. In the first were reverend men. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"517"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg008","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg008","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Erin, Firewood, Cualann","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg008","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/Ferg008_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffPoets, belike, or judges. After these\nHeralds, it seem'd, or high apparitors\nThat give the world to know a great one comes\nHe in the third car rode ; an aged man.\nFull-grey, majestical, of face serene.\nFollowed by household numerous and strong,\nCooks, butlers, door- wards, cup-bearers, and grooms.\nWhat heard ye ? \" \n\n\" From a vast hall's open doors\nThe stroke of steel on flint at kindling fire ;\nAnd every stroke so sounded as the arm\nThat gave it were a giant's, and every shower\nOf sparks it shed \u2014 as if a summer sky\nLightened at eve \u2014 illumined the dusk around.\"\n\" What this, good Ferragon, who best of all\nKnowest Erin hill and valley, things and men } \"\nSaid Ingcel. Ferragon made answer slow,\n(For, first, his soul said this within himself,\n\" Oh, royal brother, that it be not thou ! \") \u2014\n\" I know not what may be this open hall\nWith fire at hand unless, belike, it be\nDa-Derga's guest-house, which, for all who come\nBy Cualann Street, stands open, wherein still\nFirewood stands stack' d and brazen cauldron hangs\nSlung ready, and clear water running through ;\nBruidin-Da-Derga.\"\n\" And the man who strikes\nThe flint and steel to kindle fire therein ? \" \n\n\" I know not if it be not that he be\nSome king's fore-runner, sent before a king\nTo kindle fire ere yet the king himself \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"518"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg009","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg009","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Geese, Monument, Scout","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg009","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/Ferg009_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAnd royal household reach their resting-place.\" \n\n\" And he who in the thirdmost chariot rode,\nHe who is grey, serene, majestical ? \"\n\" I know not if it be not that he be\nSome king of Erin's sub-kings who, to-night,\nRests in Da-Derga's hospitable hall.\"\n\" Up sail ! To shore \" cried Ingcel ; and the fleet,\nAs flight of wild-geese startled from a fen,\nDisplayed their wings of white, and made the land. \n\n'Twas at Troy Furveen, and the sun was down ;\nBut, from Da-Derga's hall so streamed the light,\nIt shone at distance as a ruddy star ;\nAnd thitherward the host o'er moor and fell\nMarched straight : but when behind a sheltering knoll\nHard by, but still concealed, the ranks were drawn,\nni Make now our earn,\" said Ingcel, and the host\nDefiling past him, cast, each man, his stone\nAll in one heap.\n\" When this night's work is done,\"\nSaid Ingcel, \" he who shall return alive\nShall take his stone again. Who not returns.\nHis stone shall here remain his monument.\nAnd now, before we make the trial of who\nReturns, and who stays yonder, let us send\nScout Milscoth \u2014 for he bears the boast of sight\nAnd far-off hearing far above us all \u2014\nTo spy the house and bring us speedy word\nOf all he sees and hears, outside and in :\nSo shall we judge how best to win the same.\" \n\nForth went the spy : they waited by their earn,\nTill, gliding as a shadow, he returned :\nAnd round him, as he came, they drew a ring,\nRound him and Ingcel and Don Dessa's sons.\nAnd round their destined stones of memory.\n\" What sawest thou outward ? \"\n\" Outward of the house \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"519"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg010","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg010","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chariots, Blood, Sanctuary","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg010","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/Ferg010_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffI saw, drawn up at every guarded door.\nFull seventeen chariots ; and, between the spokes,\nSpying, I saw, to rings of iron tied.\nAt end and side wall, thrice a hundred steeds\nGroom'd sleek, ear-active, eating corn and hay.\"\n\" What means this concourse, think'st thou, Ferra-\ngon ? \"\n\" I know not if it be not that a host\nResorting, it may be, to games or fair\nAt Tara or at Taltin, rest to-night\nIn the great guest-house, 'Twill be heavier cost\nOf blows and blood to win it than it seem'd.\"\n\" A guest-house, whether many within or few,\nIs as the travellers' temple, and esteemed\nIn every civil land a sanctuary.\n'Twere woe to sack the inn,\" said Lomna Druth. \n\n\" Lomna,\" said Ingcel, \" when we swore our oaths\nWe made not reservation of the inn :\nAnd, for their numbers, fear not, Ferragon ;\nThe more, the more the spoil. Say on, and tell\nWhat heard'st thou ? \" \n\n\" Through the open doors I heard\nA hum as of a crowd of feasting men.\nPrincely the murmur, as when voices strong\nOf far-heard captains on the front of war\nSink low and sweet in company of queens.\" \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"520"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg011","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg011","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Trial, Adventure, Cormac","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg011","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/Ferg011_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" What think'st thou, Ferragon ? \" \n\n\" The gentlest speech\nWithin doors gives the loudest cheer afield.\nMethinks to spoil this house will try our strength.\" \n\n\" And it shall try it : and our strength shall bear\nThat and worse trial. Say, what sawest thou next\nWithin the house ? Begin from the right hand.\" \n\n\" To rightward of the great door in the midst\nA bench I saw : ten warriors sat thereon.\nThe captain of the ten was thus. His brow\nThick and high arching o'er a gray clear eye :\nA face long-oval, broader-boned above :\nA man whose look bespoke adventure past\nAnd days of danger welcome yet to come,\nThough sadden'd somewhat, haply by remorse\nFor blood ill-spilt or broken vows or both.\nHis mantle green, his brooch and sword-hilt gold.\"\n\" What captain this, conceiv'st thou, Ferragon .'' \"\n\" I know him ; verily a man of might ;\nA man of name renown'd in field and hall ;\nCormac Condlongas, long the banish'd son\nOf Conor son of Nessa. When his sire\nThrough love of Deirdre broke his guarantees\nPledged to his step-sire, Fergus son of Roy,\nFor Usnach's sons' safe-conduct, Cormac, he.\nThrough love of Fergus and through stronger love \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"521"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg012","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg012","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Maeve, Ulster, Slew","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg012","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/Ferg012_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffOf kingly-plighted honour undefiled.\nAbjured his father's councils and his court,\nAnd in the hostile halls of western Maeve\nSpent many a year of heart-corroding care.\nAnd many a man of Ulster, many a man\nOf his own kin, in alien service, slew.\nIf he be there, methinks to-night's assault\nWill leave the stones of some here unremoved.\" \n\nSaid Ingcel, \" I shall know him, when I see\nThat pale remorseful visage by and by.\nAnd that same brooch and sword-hilt shall be mine.\nWhat of the nine ? \" \n\n\" The nine he sat among\nWere men of steadfast looks, that at his word,\nSo seemed it me, would stay not to enquire\nWhose kindred were they he might bid them slay.\"\n\" Knowest thou, oh friend, the serviceable nine ? \" \n\n\" I know them also,\" answered Ferragon.\n\" Of them 'tis said they never slew a man\nFor evil deed, and never spared a man\nFor good deed ; but, as ordered, duteous, slew\nOr slew not. Shun that nine, unless your heads\nBe cased in casquets made of adamant ;\nElse shall the corpse of many a valiant man\nNow present, on Da-Derga's threshold lie.\" \n\n\" Nine for his nine ! \" said Ingcel. \" Think not thou\nBy tongue-drawn dangers and deterrent phrase \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"522"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg013","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg013","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ferragon, Alba, Conor","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg013","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/Ferg013_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffExaggerate, to shake my settled soul\nFrom that which is my right. Say on : what next ? \" \n\n\" A bench of three : thick-hair'd, and equal-long\nThe hair on poll and brow. Black cloaks they wore,\nBlack their sword-sheaths, their hafted lances black ;\nFair men, withal, themselves, and ruddy-brown.\"\n\" Who these, oh Ferragon ? \"\n\" I know not, I,\nUnless, it may be, these be of the Picts\nExiled from Alba, who in Conor's house\nHave shelter ; and, if these indeed be they.\nThree better out of Alba never came\nOr sturdier to withstand the brunt of blows.\" \n\n\" Blows they shall have,\" said Ingcel ; \" and their\nhome,\nRid of their presence well, shall not again\nHave need to doom them to a new exile.\nWhat further sawest thou ? \" \n\n\" On the bench beside\nI saw three slender, three face-shaven men.\nRobed in red mantles and with caps of red.\nNo swords had they, nor bore they spear or shield,\nBut each man on his knee a bagpipe held\nWith jewelled chanter flashing as he moved,\nAnd mouth-piece ready to supply the wind.\"\n\" What pipers these ? \" \n\n\" These pipers of a truth\nIf so it be that I mistake them not,\nAppear not often in men's halls of glee :\nMen of the Sidhs they are ; and I have heard \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"523"}},{"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","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"524"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg015","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg015","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Liquor, Duftach, Luignech","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg015","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/Ferg015_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAnd swings the weapon as a man might think\nThe very thing had life, and struggled strong\nTo dash itself at breasts of enemies :\nA cauldron at his feet, big as the vat\nOf a king's kitchen ; in that vat a pool,\nHideous to look upon, of liquor black :\nTherein he dips and cools the blade by times.\"\n\" Resolve us who be these three, Ferragon.\"\n\" Not hard to tell ; though hard, perchance to hear\nFor those who listen, and who now must know\nWhat foes their fortune dooms them cope withal,\nIf this assault be given while these be here.\nThese three are Sencha son of Olioll,\nCalled ' Half-the-battle ' by admiring men ;\nDuftach, for fierceness named the Addercop ;\nAnd Govnan son of Luignech ; and the spear\nIn hands of Duftach is the famous ' lann '\nOf Keltar son of Utechar, which erst\nA wizard of the Tuath De Danaan brought\nTo battle at Moy Tury, and there lost :\nFound after. And these motions of the spear,\nAnd sudden sallies hard to be restrained,\nAffect it, oft as blood of enemies\nIs ripe for spilling ; and a cauldron then\nFull of witch-brewage needs must be at hand,\nTo quench it, when the homicidal act\nIs by its blade expected ; quench it not, \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"525"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg016","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg016","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Massacre, Wayland, Conall","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg016","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/Ferg016_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffIt blazes up, even in the holder's hand,\nAnd through the holder, and the door-planks through.\nFlies forth to sate itself in massacre.\nOurs is the massacre it now would make :\nOur blood it maddens for : sirs, have a care\nHow ye assault where champions such as these\nArmed with the lann of Keltar, wait within.\"\n\" I have a certain blade,\" said Ingcel, \" here ;\nSteel' d by Smith Way land in a Lochlann cave\nWhose temper has not failed me ; and I mean\nTo cut the foul head off this Addercop,\nAnd snap his gadding spear across my knee.\nGo on, and say what more thou sawest within.\" \n\n\" A single warrior on a separate bench\nI saw. Methinks no man was ever born\nSo stately-built, so perfect of his limbs,\nSo hero-like as he. Fair-haired he is\nAnd yellow-bearded, with an eye of blue.\nHe sits apart and wears a wistful look.\nAs if he missed some friend's companionship \n\nThen Ferragon, not waiting question, cried,\n\" Gods ! all the foremost, all the valiantest\nOf Erin's champions, gathered in one place\nFor our destruction, are assembled here !\nThat man is Conall Carnach ; and the friend\nHe looks for vainly with a wistful eye\nIs great Cuchullin : he no more shall share \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"526"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg017","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg017","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Carnach, Mesgedra, Lomna","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg017","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/Ferg017_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThe upper bench with Conall ; since the tomb\nHolds him, by hand of Conall well avenged.\nThe foremost this, the mightiest champion this \n\nLeft of the Red Branch, since Cuchulhn's fall.\nLook you, as thick as fragments are of ice\nWhen one night's frost is crackled underfoot,\nAs thick as autumn leaves, as blades of grass.\nShall the lopp'd members and the cloven half- heads\nOf them that hear me, be, by break of day,\nBefore Da-Derga's doors, if this assault\nBe given, while Conall Carnach waits within ! \" \n\n\" Pity to slay that man,\" said Lomna Druth.\n\" That is the man who, matched at fords of Clane,\nWith maimed Mesgedra, though no third was near,\nTied up his own right hand, to fight him fair\nA man both mild and valiant, frank and wise,\nA friend of men of music and of song.\nLoved of all woman : were there only one\nSuch hero in the house, for that one's sake\nForego this slaughter ! \" \n\n\" Lomna,\" Ingcel said,\n\" Not without reason do men call thee fool ;\nAnd, Ferragon, think not that fear of man\nThe bravest ever born on Irish soil\nShall make its shameful entrance in the breast\nOf one of all who hear us. Spy, say on,\nWhat further sawest thou ? \" \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"527"}},{"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","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"528"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg019","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg019","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Juggler, Danced, Ossar","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg019","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/Ferg019_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffA stream of light. Before him on the floor\nA juggler played his feats : nine balls he had,\nAnd flung them upward, eight in air at once,\nAnd one in hand : like swarm of summer bees\nTliey danced and circled, till his eye met mine ;\nThen he could catch no more ; but down they fell\nAnd rolled upon the floor. ' An evil eye\nHas seen me,' said the juggler ; and the child\nWho slept beside, awoke, and cried aloud,\n' Ossar ! good dog, hie forth and chase the thieves ! '\nThen judged I longer to remain were ill,\nBut, ere I left, discharged a rapid glance\nAround the house, beholding many a band\nOf able guardsmen corsleted and helm'd,\nOf captains, carriers, farriers, charioteers,\nHorseboys and laqueys, all in order set.\nAll good men of their hands, and weapon'd well.\" \n\nSaid Ferragon, \" If my advice were given,\n'Twould be to leave this onset unessayed.\" \n\n\" Pity to slay this king,\" said Lomna Druth :\n'* Since he has reigned there has not fallen a year\nOf dearth, or plague, or murrain on the land :\nThe dew has never left the blade of gra~3\nOne day of Conary's time, before the noon ;\nNor harsh wind ruffled hair upon the side\nOf grazing beast. Since he began his reign.\nFrom mid-spring to mid-autumn, cloud nor storm\nHas dimm'd the daily-shining, bounteous sun ; \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"529"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg020","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg020","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Peace, Terror, Kinsmen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg020","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/Ferg020_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffBut each good year has seen its harvests three,\nOf blade, of ear, of fruit, apple and nut\nPeace until now in all his realm has reigned,\nAnd terror of just laws kept men secure.\nWhat though, by love constrained, in passion's hour,\nI joined my fortunes to the desperate fates\nOf hapless kinsmen, I repent it now,\nAnd wish that rigorous law had had its course\nSooner than this good king should now be slain.\" \n\n\" Not spoken like a brother,\" Ingcel said,\n\" Nor one who feels for brothers by the side\nOf a grey father butchered, as I feel.\" \n\n\" 'Twas blind chance-medley, and we knew them\nnot,\nFor kin of thine,\" said Ferragon ; \" but he,\nThis king, is kin of ours ; and that thou knowest\nWith seasonable warning : it were woe\nTo slay him.\"\n\" Woe it were, perchance, to thee ;\nTo me, 'twere joy to slay both him and them ;\n'Twere blood for blood, and what my soul desires.\nMy father was a king : my brethren seven\nWere princely nurtured. Think'st thou I for them\nFeel not compassion ? nourish not desire\nOf vengeance ? No. I stand upon the oaths\nYe swore me ; I demand my spoil for spoil,\nMy blood for blood.\" \n\n\" 'Tis just,\" said Fergobar,\n\" We promised and will make the bargain good.\"\n\" Yet take the spoil we own to be thy right \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"530"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg021","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg021","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Plunder, Port, Grieve","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg021","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/Ferg021_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffElsewhere,\" said Ferragon ; \" not here nor now.\nWe gave thee licence, and we grant it still.\nTo take a plunder : look around and choose\nWhat trading port, what dealers' burgh ye will,\nWe give it, and will help you to the gain.\"\n\" We gave thee licence,\" Lomna said, \u2014 \" and I\nGrieve that we gave it, yea, or took the like, \u2014\nTo take a plunder ; but we gave thee not\nLicence to take the life, the soul itself\nOf our whole nation, as you now would do\nFor, slay our reverend sages of the law,\nSlay him who puts the law they teach in act ; \n\nSlay our sweet poets, and our sacred bards,\nWho keep the continuity of time\nBy fame perpetual of renowned deeds ;\nSlay our experienced captains who prepare\nThe youth for martial manhood, and the charge\nOf public freedom, as befits a state\nSelf-governed, self-sufficing, self-contained ;\nSlay all that minister our loftier life,\nNow by this evil chance assembled here,\nYou leave us but the carcass of a state,\nA rabble ripe to rot, and yield the land\nTo foreign masters and perpetual shame.\" \n\nSaid Ingcel, \" This night's plunder is my own,\nAnd paid for. I shall take it here and now.\nI heed not Lomna's airy rhetoric ;\nBut this I say, and mark it, Ferragon :\nLet him who would turn craven, if he will,\nTake up his stone and go : and take withal\nContempt of valiant men.\" \n\nSaid Lomna Druth,\n\" He is no craven, Ingcel ; nor am I. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"531"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg022","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg022","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Anguish, Death, Outlaws","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg022","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/Ferg022_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffHis heart misgives him, not because he fears\nTo match himself in manly feat of arms\nWith any champion, but because he fears\nTo do an impious act, as I too fear.\" \n\n\" I own it true,\" said Ferragon, \" my heart\nIs full of anguish and remorseful love\nTowards him, my sovereign, who did never wrong.\nSave in not meting justice to the full,\nAgainst these violators of his law.\nWho now repay his clemency with death.\" \n\n\" Call it not clemency,\" said Fergobar :\n\" He drove us naked from ancestral homes\nTo herd with outlaws and with desperate men.\" \n\n\" Outlaws we are ; and so far desperate,\"\nSaid Ingcel, \" that we mean to sack this house,\nAnd for the very reason that he says,\nBecause the richest jewels, both of men\nAnd gold, the land affords, are gathered there.\"\nThen Lomna from his mantle took the brooch,\nAnd said, \" Oh Ingcel, this and whatso else\nOf other plunder fallen to my share\nLies in the ships, I offer Take it all.\nBut leave this house unsack'd.\" \n\nSaid Ferragon,\n\" Take also all my share ; but spare the king.\"\nBut Ingcel roughly pushed the brooch away,\nAnd said, \" Have done. The onset shall be given.\"\n\" The onset shall be given, unless the earth\nOpen and swallow us ! \" said Fergobar. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"532"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg023","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg023","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Brooch, Comrades, Brave","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg023","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/Ferg023_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" The onset shall be given, unless the heavens\nFall solid on us ! \" answered Ger and Gel.\n\" The onset shall be given ! \" replied they all\nThen Lomna, \u2014 laying his brooch upon the heap, \u2014\n\" Who first returns \u2014 but I shall not return \u2014\nTo take his stone again, take also this ;\nAnd, for the rest of what my sword has gained,\nShare it among you. I forgive you all,\nAnd bid you all farewell ; for nothing now\nRemains for me but death : \" and with the word\nHe struck his dagger in his heart, and fell. \n\n\" Kings, lords, and men of war,\" said Ferragon,\n\" Comrades till now, the man whose body lies\nBefore us, though we used to call him fool\nBecause his heart was softer and his speech\nMore delicate than ours, I now esteem\nBoth wise and brave, and noble in his death\nHe spoke me truly, for he knew my heart\nUnspoken, when he said 'twas not through fear\nOf death I spoke dissuading ; but through fear\nOf conscience : but your hearts I better knew\nLeaving unspoken what was in my own ;\nFor well indeed I knew how vain it were\nTo talk of pity, love, or tenderness\nTo bloody-minded and to desperate men.\nTherefore I told you, and I told you true\nWhat loss to reckon of your wretched lives.\nEntering this dragons' den ; but did not tell\nThe horror and the anguish sharp as death\nIn my own bosom entering as I knew\nThe pictured presence of each faithful friend,\nAnd of that sire revered, ye now consign\nTo massacre and bloody butchery.\nAnd that 'twas love that swayed me, and not fear.\nTake this for proof : \" and drew and slew himself. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"533"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg024","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg024","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fergobar, Carnah, Heaven","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg024","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/Ferg024_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" Comrades and valiant partners,\" Ingcel cried,\n\" Stand not to pause to wonder or lament\nThese scrupulous companions ; rest them well !\nBut set your spirits to achieve the end\nThat brought us hither. Now that they are gone\nAnd nothing hinders, are we all agreed\nTo give this onset bravely and at once ? \"\n\" I speak for all,\" said Fergobar. \" Agreed !\nReady we are and willing, and I myself,\nHaving my proper vows of vengeance,\nWill lead you, and be foremost of you all.\" \n\nThey raised the shout of onset : from his seat\nLeaped Cecht, leaped Cormac, Conall Carnach leaped,\nAnd Duftach from the cauldron drew his spear ;\nBut Conary with countenance serene\nSat on unmoved. \" We are enough,\" he said,\n\" To hold the house, though thrice out number came ;\nAnd little think they, whosoe'er they are,\n(Grant gracious ones of Heaven, it be not they !)\nThat such a welcome waits them at the hands\nOf Erin's choicest champions. Door-keepers,\nStand to your posts, and strike who enters down I \" \n\nThe shout came louder, and at every door\nAt once all round the house, the shock began\nOf charging hosts and battery of blows ;\nAnd through the door that fronted Conary's seat\nA man burst headlong, reeling, full of wounds,\nBut dropped midway, smote by the club of Cecht. \n\n\" What, thou ? oh Fergobar ! \" cried Conary ;\n\" Say, ere thou diest, that thou art alone \u2014\nThat Ferragon and Lomna whom I love \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"534"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg025","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg025","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Vengeance, Cecht, Condlongas","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg025","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/Ferg025_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAre not among you.\"\n\" King,\" said Fergobar,\n\" I die without the vengeance that I vowed.\nThou never lovedst me : but the love thou gavest\nMy hapless brothers, well have they returned.\nAnd both lie outside, slain by their own hands\nRather than join in this cause with me.\" \n\n\" The gods between us judge,\" said Conary.\n\" Cast not his body forth. I loved him once,\nAnd burial he shall have, when, by and by.\nThese comrades of his desperate attempt\nAre chased away.\"\nBut swiftly answered Cecht,\n\" King, they bring fire without : and, see, the stream\nRuns dry before our feet, damm'd off above.\" \n\n\" Then, truly, lords,\" said Conary, \" we may deign\nTo put our swords to much unworthy use.\nCormac Condlongas, take a troop with thee.\nAnd chase them from the house ; and, strangers, ye\nWho rode before me without licence asked ;\nI see ye be musicians ; take your pipes\nAnd sound a royal pibroch, one of you,\nBefore the chief.\"\n\" Yea, mighty king,\" said one,\n\" The strain I play ye shall remember long,\"\nAnd put the mouthpiece to his lips. At once \u2014\nIt seemed as earth and sky were sound alone.\nAnd every sound a maddening battle-call,\nSo spread desire of fight through breast and brain,\nAnd every arm to feat of combat strung.\nForth went the sallying hosts : the hosts within\nHeard the enlarging tumult from their doors \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"535"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg026","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg026","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Duftach, Ferflath, Govnan","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg026","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/Ferg026_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffRoll outward ; and the clash and clamour heard\nOf falling foes before ; and, over it,\nThe yelling pibroch ; but, anon, the din\nGrew distant and more distant ; and they heard\nInstead, at every door new onset loud,\nAnd cry of \" Fire ! \" \" Bring fire ! \" \n\n\" Behoves us make\nA champion-circuit of the house at large,\"\nSaid Conary. \" Thou, Duftach, who, I see,\nCan'st hardly keep the weapon in thy hand\nFrom flying on these caitiffs of itself.\nLead thou, and take two cohorts of the guard,\nAnd let another piper play you on.\"\n\" I fear them, these red pipers,\" said the boy.\n\" Peace, little Ferflath, thou art but a child,\"\nSaid Duftach. \" Come, companions ( \u2014 patience,\nspear ! \u2014 )\nBlow up the pibroch ; warriors, follow me ! \"\nAnd forth they went, and with them rushed amain\nSenchad and Govnan and the thick-hair'd three\nOf Pictland with a shout ; and all who heard\nDeemed that the spear of Keltar shouted too\nThe loudest and the fiercest of them all.\nSo issued Duftach's band : the hosts within\nHeard the commotion and the hurtling rout\nHalf round the house, and heard the mingling scream\nOf pipes and death-cries far into the night ;\nBut distant and more distant grew the din.\nAnd Duftach came not back : but thronging back\nCame the assailants, and at every door\nJoined simultaneous battle once again. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"536"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg027","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg027","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Mankind, Child, Overthrown","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg027","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/Ferg027_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThen Conall Carnach, who, at door and door,\nSwift as a shuttle from a weaver's hand,\nDivided help, cried, \n\n\" King, our friends are lost\nUnless another sally succour them ! \"\n\" Take then thy troop,\" said Conary ; \" and thou\nRed-capp'd companion, see thou play a strain\nSo loud our comrades straying in the dark\nMay hear and join you.\"\n\" Evil pipes are theirs.\nTrust not these pipers. I am but a child,\"\nSaid Ferflath ; \" but I know they are not men\nOf mankind, and will pipe you all to harm.\"\n\" Peace, little prince,\" said Conall. \" Trust in me :\nI shall but make one circuit of the house.\nAnd presently be with thee ; come, my men,\nGive me the Brierin Conaill, and my spear,\nAnd sound CuchuUin's onset for the breach.\"\nAnd issuing, as a jet of smoke and flame\nBursts from a fresh replenished furnace mouth,\nHe and his cohort sallied : they within\nHeard the concussion and the spreading shock\nThrough thick opposing legions overthrown,\nAs, under hatches, men on shipboard hear\nThe dashing and the tumbling waves without.\nHalf round the house ; no more : clamour and scream\nGrew fainter in the distance ; and the hosts\nGazed on each other with misgiving eyes.\nAnd reckoned who were left : alack, but few ! \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"537"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg028","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg028","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Druid, Childhood, Gods","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg028","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/Ferg028_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" Gods ! can it be,\" said Conary, \" that my chiefs\nDesert me in this peril ! \"\n\" King,\" said Cecht,\n\" Escape who will, we here desert thee not.\"\n\" Oh, never will I think that Conall fled,\"\nSaid Ferflath. \" He is brave and kind and true,\nAnd promised me he would return again.\nIt is these wicked sprites of fairy-land\nWho have beguiled the chiefs away from us.\"\n\" Alack,\" the Druid cried ; \" he speaks the truth :\nHe has the seer's insight which the gods\nVouchsafe to eyes of childhood. We are lost ;\nAnd for thy fault, oh Conary, the gods\nHave given us over to the spirits who dwell\nBeneath the earth.\"\n\" Deserted I may be.\nNot yet disheartened, nor debased in soul,\"\nSaid Conary \" My sons are with me still,\nAnd thou, my faithful sidesman, and you all\nCompanions and partakers of my days\nOf glory and of power munificent,\nI pray the gods forgiveness if in aught,\nWeighty or trifling, I have done amiss ;\nBut here I stand, and will defend my life.\nLet come against me power of earth or hell.\nAll but the gods themselves the righteous ones,\nWhom I revere.\" \n\n\" My king,\" said Cecht, \" the knaves\nSwarm thick as gnats at every door again,\nBehoves us make a circuit, for ourselves.\nAround the house ; for so our fortune stands\nThat we have left us nothing else to choose\nBut, out of doors, to beat them oflF, or burn\nWithin doors ; for they fire the house anew.\"\nThen uprose kingly Conary himself\nAnd put his helmet on his sacred head,\nAnd took his good sharp weapon in his hand,\nAnd braced himself for battle long disused. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"538"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg029","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg029","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Butler, Groom, Shepherds","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg029","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/Ferg029_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffUprose his three good sons, and doff'd their cloaks\nOf Syrian purple, and assumed their arms\nCourageously and princely, and uprose\nHuge Cecht at left-hand of the king, and held\nHis buckler broad in front. From every side,\nThinn'd though they were, guardsman and charioteer,\nSteward and butler, cupbearer and groom,\nThronged into martial file, and forth they went\nRight valiantly and royally. The band\nThey left behind them, drawing freer breath, \u2014\nAs sheltering shepherds in a cave who hear\nThe rattle and the crash of circling thunder, \u2014\nHeard the king's onset and his hearty cheer.\nThe tumult, and the sounding strokes of Cecht,\nThree times go round the house, and every time\nThrough overthrow of falling enemies.\nAnd all exulted in the kindling hope\nOf victory and rescue, till again\nThe sallying host returned ; all hot they were ;\nAnd Conar}' in the doorway entering last\nExclaimed, \" A drink, a drink ! \" and cast himself\nPanting upon his couch.\n\" Ye cupbearers,\"\nCried Cecht, \" be nimble : fetch the king a drink :\nWell has he earned this thirst.\" The cupbearers\nRan hither, thither ; every vat they tried.\nAnd every vessel \u2014 timber, silver, gold, \u2014\nBut drink was nowhere found, nor wine nor ale\nNor water \" All has gone to quench the fire.\nThere is not left of liquor in the house\nOne drop ; nor runs there water, since the stream\nWas damm'd and turned aside by Ingcel's men,\nNearer than Tiprad-Casra ; and the way\nThither is long and rugged, and the foe\nSwarms thick between.\"\n\" Who now among you here\nWill issue forth, and fetch your king a drink ? \"\nSaid Cecht. One answered,\n\" Wherefore not thyself ? \"\n\" My place is here,\" said Cecht, \" by my king's side :\nHis sidesman I.\"\n\" Good papa Cecht, a drink,\nA drink, or I am sped ! \" cried Conary. \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"539"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg030","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg030","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Goblet, Darkness, Ferflath","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg030","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/Ferg030_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" Nay then,\" said Cecht, \" it never shall be said\nMy royal master craved a drink in vain.\nAnd water in a well, and life in me.\nSwear ye to stand around him while ye live\nAnd I with but the goblet in one hand.\nAnd this good weapon in the other, will forth\nAnd fetch him drink ;\u2014 alone, or say, with whom ? \" \n\nNone answered but the little Ferflath ; he\nCried, \" Take me with thee, papa Cecht, take me ! \"\nThen Cecht took up the boy and set him high\nOn his left shoulder with the golden cup\nOf Conary in his hand ; he raised his shield\nHigh up for the protection of the child.\nAnd forth the great door, as a loosened rock\n(Fly ye, foes all, fly ye before the face\nOf Cecht, the battle-sidesman of the king !)\nThat from a hill side shoots into a brake,\nWent through and through them with a hunter's bound ;\nAnd with another, and another, reached\nThe outer rim of darkness, past their ken.\nThen down he set the lad, and hand in hand,\nThey ran together till they reached the well\nAnd 'filled the cup.\n\" My little son, stay here,\"\nSaid Cecht, \" and I will carry, if I may.\nHis drink to Conary.\" \n\n\" Oh, papa Cecht,\nLeave me not here,\" said Ferflath ; \"I shall run\nBeside thee, and shall follow in the lane,\nThou'lt make me through them.\"\n\" Come then,\" answered Cecht,\n\" Bear thou the cup, and see it spill not : come ! \"\nBut ere they ran a spear-throw, Ferflath cried,\n\" Ah me, I've stumbled, and the water's spilt.\" \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"540"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg031","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg031","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ingcel, Cormac, King","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg031","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/Ferg031_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" Alas,\" said Cecht, \" re-fill, and let me bear.\"\nBut ere they ran another spear-throw, Cecht\nCried, \" Woe is me ; this ground is all too rough\nFor hope that, running, we shall ever effect\nOur errand ; and the time is deadly short.\"\nAgain they filled the cup, and through the dawn\nSlow breaking, with impatient careful steps\nHeld back their course, Cecht in his troubled mind\nRevolving how the child might bear his charge\nBehind him, when his turn should come for use\nOf both his hands to clear and keep that lane ;\nWhen, in the faint light of the growing dawn,\nCasting his eyes to seaward, lo, the fleet\nOf Ingcel had set sail ; and, gazing next\nUp the dim slope before him, on the ridge\nBetween him and Da-Derga's mansion, saw\nRise into view a chariot-cavalcade\nAnd Conall Carnach in the foremost car.\nBehind him Cormac son of Conor came\nAnd Duftach bearing now a drooping spear,\nAt head of all their sallying armament.\nWild, pale, and shame-faced were the looks of all,\nAs men who doubted did they dream or wake,\nOr were they honest, to be judged, or base.\n\" Cecht, we are late,\" said Conall, \" we and thou.\nHe needs no more of drink who rides within.\"\n\" Is the king here ? \"\n\" 'Tis here that was the king.\nWe found him smothered under heaps of slain \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"541"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg032","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg032","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"North, Tutors, Loyalty","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg032","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/Ferg032_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffIn middle floor.\"\n\" Thou, Ferflath, take the cup\nAnd hold it to thy father's lips,\" said Cecht.\nThe child approached the cup ; the dying king\nFelt the soft touch and smiled, and drew a sigh ;\nAnd, as they raised him in the chariot, died. \n\n\" A gentle and a generous king is gone,\"\nSaid Cecht, and wept. \" I take to witness all\nHere present, that I did not leave his side\nBut by his own command. But how came ye,\nChoice men and champions of the warlike North,\nTutors of old and samplars to our youth\nIn loyalty and duty, how came ye\nTo leave your lawful king alone to die ? \" \n\n\" Cecht,\" answered Conall, \" and thou, Ferflath,\nknow, \u2014\nFor these be things concern both old and young \u2014\nWe live not of ourselves. The heavenly Gods\nWho give to every man his share of life\nHere in this sphere of objects visible\nAnd things prehensible by hands of men,\nThough good and just they are, are not themselves\nThe only unseen beings of the world.\nSpirits there are around us in the air\nAnd elvish creatures of the earth, now seen,\nNow vanishing from sight ; and we of these\n(But whether with, or whether without the will\nOf the just Gods I know not,) have to-night\nBy strong enchantments and prevailing spells, \u2014\nThough mean the agents and contemptible, \u2014 \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"542"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg033","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg033","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Flies, Margin, Melody","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg033","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/Ferg033_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffBeen fooled and baffled in a darkling maze\nAnd kept abroad despite our better selves.\nFrom succour of our king. We were enough\nTo have brushed them off as flies ; and while we made\nOur sallies through them, bursting from the doors.\nWe quelled them flat : but when these wicked sprites, \u2014\nFor now I know, men of the Sidhs they were \u2014\nWho played their pipes before us, led us on\nInto the outer margin of the night.\nNo man amongst us all could stay himself,\nOr keep from following ; and they kept us there.\nAs men who walk asleep, in drowsy trance\nListening a sweet pernicious melody.\nAnd following after in an idle round\nTill all was finished, and the plunderers gone.\nHaply they hear me, and the words I speak\nMay bring their malice also upon me\nAs late it fell on Conary. Yet, now\nThe spell is off me, and I see the sun.\nBy all my nation's swearing-Gods I swear\nI do defy them ; and appeal to you\nBeings of goodness perfect, and to Thee\nGreat unknown Being who hast made them all,\nTake Ye compassion on the race of men ;\nAnd, for this slavery of gaysh and sidh\nSend down some emanation of Yourselves\nTo rule and comfort us ! And I have heard \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"543"}},{"node":{"title":"Ferg034","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg034","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Born, Tara, Burial","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg034","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/Ferg034_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThere come the tidings yet may make us glad\nOf such a One new born, or soon to be.\nNow, mount beside me, that with solemn rites\nWe give the king, at Tara, burial.\" \n","Type":"Text","Author":"\u200bSir Samuel Ferguson","Updated date":"Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15","Nid":"544"}}]}