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0 never again will princes appear,
To rival the Dalcassians' of the cleaving swords;
1 can never dream of meeting afar or anear, In the east or the west, such heroes and lords ! Never, Kinkora!
0 dear are the images my memory calls up Of Brian Boru ! how he never would miss
To give me at the banquet the first bright cup. Ah ! why did he heap on me honor like this? Why, O Kinkora ?
1 am Mac-Liag, and my home is on the lake: Thither often, to that palace whose beauty is fled, Came Brian to ask me, and I went for his sake.—
O my grief! that I should live, and Brian be dead ! ■ Dead, O Kinkora!
ST. PATRICK'S HYMN BEFORE TARAH'
AT Tarah to-day, in this awful hour, I call on the holy Trinity : Glory to him who reigneth in power, The God of the elements, Father and Son ■ And Paraclete Spirit, which Three are the One, The ever-existing Divinity!
At Tarah to-day 1 call on the Lord, On Christ, the omnipotent Word, Who came to redeem from death and sin
1 Dalcassians, Brian's body-guard.
8 See also the very much closer rendering by Dr. Whitley Stokes. |
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