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334 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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THE VISION OF VIANDS From the Irish of Anair Mac Conglinne'1 (Twelfth Century\ |
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a slumber visional, Wonders apparitional |
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Sudden shone on me : Was it not a miracle ? Built of lard, a coracle Swam a sweet milk sea.
With high hearts heroical, We stepped in it, stoical,
Braving billow-bounds; Then we rode so dashingly, Smote the sea so splasbingly, That the surge sent, washingly,
Honey up for grounds.
Ramparts rose of custard all Where a castle mustered all
Forces o'er the lake; Butter was the bridge of it, Wheaten meal the ridge of it,
Bacon every stake.
1" The Vision of Mac Conglinne," edited by Professor Kuno Meyer and David Nutt. London: Nutt, 1894. The Irish meter is reproduced. This curious poem evidently suggested passages in " The Land of Cokaigne." Compare the first two stanzas with these verses :
" Up a river of sweet milk Where is plenty great of silk, When the summer's day is hot, The young nunnes taketh a boat And doth ham forth in that rivere, Both with oares and with steere." |
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