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# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/A Dirge for King Niall of the Nine Hostages

Tuirn son of Torna
When we used to go to the gathering with Echu's son, Yellow as a bright primrose was the hair upon the head of Cairenn's son.
Torna
Well hast thou spoken, dear son. A bondmaid should be given thee For the sake of the hair which thou hast likened to the colour of the crown of the primrose.
Eyelashes black, delicate, equal in beauty, and dark eyebrows— The crown of the woad, a bright hyacinth, that was the colour of his pupils.
Tuirn son of Torna
The colour of his cheeks at all seasons, even and symmetrical: The fox-glove, the blood of a calf—a feast without a flaw! the crown of the forest in May.
Torna
His white teeth, his red lips that never reproved in anger— His shape like a fiery blaze overtopping the warriors of Erin.
Like the moon, like the sun, like a fiery beacon was the splendour of Niall: Like a dragon-ship from the wave without a flaw was Niall, Echu's son.
Tuirn son of Torna
This is a yearnful music, the wail of every mouth in Kerry— It increases my grief in my house for the death of Muredach's grandson.
Saxons will ravage here in the east, noble men of Erin and Alba, After the death of Niall, Echu's noble son—it is a bitter cause of reproach.
Torna
Saxons with overwhelming cries of war, hosts of Lombards from the continent, From the hour in which the king fell Gael and Pict are in a sore straight.
Tuirn son of Torna
Upon Tara's rampart his fair hair shone against his ruddy face: Like unto the colour of his hair is red gold or the yellow iris.
Torna
'Twas great delight, 'twas great peace to be in the company of my dear foster-son, When with Echu's son—it was no small thing— we used to go to the gathering.
Tuirn son of Torna
Darling hero of the white shoulder! whose tribes are vast, a beloved host: Every man was under protection when we used to go to forgather with him.
* ↑ Niall's father.
* ↑ Niall's mother.
* ↑ Niall's grandfather.
* ↑ i.e. Niall.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/A Prayer to the Virgin

​A PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN
Gentle Mary, noble maiden, give us help! Shrine of our Lord's body, casket of the mysteries!
Queen of queens, pure holy maiden, Pray for us that our wretched transgression be forgiven for Thy sake.
Merciful one, forgiving one, with the grace of the Holy Spirit, Pray with us the true-judging King of the goodly ambrosial clan.
Branch of Jesse's tree in the beauteous hazel-wood, Pray for me until I obtain forgiveness of my foul sins.
Mary, splendid diadem, Thou that hast saved our race, Glorious noble torch, orchard of Kings!
Brilliant one, transplendent one, with the deed of pure chastity, Fair golden illumined ark, holy daughter from Heaven!
Mother of righteousness, Thou that excellest all else, Pray with me Thy first-born to save me on the day of Doom.
Noble rare star, tree under blossom, Powerful choice lamp, sun that warmeth every one.
Ladder of the great track by which every saint ascends, Mayst Thou be our safeguard towards the glorious Kingdom.
Fair fragrant seat chosen by the King, The noble guest who was in Thy womb three times three months.
Glorious royal porch through which He was incarnated, The splendid chosen sun, Jesus, Son of the living God.
For the sake of the fair babe that was conceived in Thy womb, For the sake of the holy child that is High-King in every place,
For the sake of His cross that is higher than any cross, For the sake of His burial when He was buried in a stone-tomb,
For the sake of His resurrection when He arose before every one, For the sake of the holy household from every place to Doom,
Be Thou our safeguard in the Kingdom of the good Lord, That we may meet with dear Jesus—that is our prayer—hail!
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Arran

​ARRAN
Arran of the many stags, The sea strikes against its shoulder, Isle in which companies are fed, Ridge on which blue spears are reddened.
Skittish deer are on her peaks, Delicious berries on her manes, Cool water in her rivers, Mast upon her dun oaks.
Greyhounds are in it and beagles, Blackberries and sloes of the dark blackthorn, Her dwellings close against the woods, Deer scattered about her oak-woods.
Gleaning of purple upon her rocks, Faultless grass upon her slopes, Over her fair shapely crags Noise of dappled fawns a-skipping.
Smooth is her level land, fat are her swine, Bright are her fields, Her nuts upon the tops of her hazel-wood, Long galleys sailing past her.
Delightful it is when the fair season comes, Trout under the brinks of her rivers, Seagulls answer each other round her white cliff, Delightful at all times is Arran!
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/An Even-Song

​AN EVEN-SONG
Patrick sang this
May Thy holy angels, O Christ, son of living God, Guard our sleep, our rest, our shining bed.
Let them reveal true visions to us in our sleep, O high-prince of the universe, O great king of the mysteries!
May no demons, no ill, no calamity or terrifying dreams Disturb our rest, our willing, prompt repose.
May our watch be holy, our work, our task, Our sleep, our rest without let, without break.
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry

SELECTIONS FROM
ANCIENT IRISH POETRY
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Selections from
Ancient Irish Poetry
TRANSLATED BY
KUNO MEYER
LONDON
CONSTABLE & COMPANY Ltd
10 ORANGE STREET LEICESTER SQUARE W.C.
1911
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TO
EDMUND KNOWLES MUSPRATT
THE ENLIGHTENED AND GENEROUS PATRON
OF CELTIC STUDIES
IN THE UNIVERSITY OF LIVERPOOL
A SMALL TOKEN
OF AFFECTIONATE REGARD AND GRATITUDE
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CONTENTS
MYTH AND SAGA— :
| | | PAGE |
| | THE ISLES OF THE HAPPY | 3 |
| | THE SEA-GOD'S ADDRESS TO BRAN | 7 |
| | THE TRYST AFTER DEATH | 9 |
| | DEIRDRE'S FAREWELL TO SCOTLAND | 15 |
| | DEIRDRE'S LAMENT | 17 |
| | THE HOSTS OF FAERY | 19 |
| | FROM THE VISION OF MAC CONGLINNE | 20 |
| RELIGIOUS POETRY— ||
| | THE DEER'S CRY | 25 |
| | AN EVEN-SONG | 28 |
| | PATRICK'S BLESSING ON MUNSTER | 29 |
| | THE HERMIT'S SONG | 30 |
| | A PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN | 32 |
| | EVE'S LAMENT | 34 |
| | ON THE FLIGHTINESS OF THOUGHT | 35 |
| | TO CRINOG | 37 |
| | THE DEVIL'S TRIBUTE TO MOLING | 39 |
| | MAELISU'S HYMN TO THE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL | 41 |
| | THE MOTHERS' LAMENT AT THE SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS | 42 |
| SONGS OF NATURE— ||
| | KING AND HERMIT | 47 |
| | SONG OF THE SEA | 51 |
| | SUMMER HAS COME | 53 |
| | SONG OF SUMMER | 54 |
| | SUMMER IS GONE | 56 |
| | A SONG OF WINTER | 57 |
| | ARRAN | 59 ​ |
| LOVE POETRY— ||
| | THE SONG OF CREDE, DAUGHTER OF GUARE | 63 |
| | LIADIN AND CURITHIR | 65 |
| BARDIC POETRY— ||
| | A DIRGE FOR KING NIALL OF THE NINE HOSTAGES | 69 |
| | THE SONG OF CARROLL'S SWORD | 72 |
| | EOCHAID'S LAMENT | 75 |
| | LAMENT ON KING MALACHY II. | 77 |
| MISCELLANEOUS— ||
| | THE MONK AND HIS PET CAT | 81 |
| | COLUM CILLE'S GREETING TO IRELAND | 83 |
| | ON ANGUS THE CULDEE | 86 |
| | COLUM CILLE THE SCRIBE | 87 |
| | THE LAMENT OF THE OLD WOMAN OF BEARE | 88 |
| | THE DESERTED HOME | 92 |
| | CORMAC MAC CULENNAIN SANG THIS | 94 |
| | ALEXANDER THE GREAT | 95 |
| QUATRAINS— ||
| | THE SCRIBE | 99 |
| | ON A DEAD SCHOLAR | 99 |
| | THE CRUCIFIXION | 99 |
| | THE PILGRIM AT ROME | 100 |
| | HOSPITALITY | 100 |
| | THE BLACKBIRD | 100 |
| | MOLING SANG THIS | 100 |
| | THE CHURCH BELL IN THE NIGHT | 101 |
| | THE VIKING TERROR | 101 |
| FROM THE TRIADS OF IRELAND | 102 |
| FROM THE INSTRUCTIONS OF KING CORMAC | 105 |
| NOTES | 111 |
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# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/A Song of Winter

​A SONG OF WINTER
Cold, cold! Cold to-night is broad Moylurg, Higher the snow than the mountain-range, The deer cannot get at their food.
Cold till Doom! The storm has spread over all: A river is each furrow upon the slope, Each ford a full pool.
A great tidal sea is each loch, A full loch is each pool: Horses cannot get over the ford of Ross, No more can two feet get there.
The fish of Ireland are a-roaming, There is no strand which the wave does not pound, Not a town there is in the land, Not a bell is heard, no crane talks.
The wolves of Cuan-wood get Neither rest nor sleep in their lair, The little wren cannot find Shelter in her nest on the slope of Lon.
Keen wind and cold ice Has burst upon the little company of birds, The blackbird cannot get a lee to her liking, Shelter for its side in Cuan-wood.
Cosy our pot on its hook, Crazy the hut on the slope of Lon: The snow has crushed the wood here, Toilsome to climb up Ben-bo.
Glenn Rye's ancient bird From the bitter wind gets grief; Great her misery and her pain, The ice will get into her mouth.
From flock and from down to rise— Take it to heart!—were folly for thee: Ice in heaps on every ford— That is why I say 'cold'!
# Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry/Alexander the Great

​ALEXANDER THE GREAT
Four men stood by the grave of a man, The grave of Alexander the Proud; They sang words without falsehood Over the prince from fair Greece.
Said the first man of them: 'Yesterday there were around the king The men of the world—a sad gathering! Though to-day he is alone.'
'Yesterday the king of the brown world Rode upon the heavy earth: Though to-day it is the earth That rides upon his neck.'
'Yesterday,' said the third wise author, 'Philip's son owned the whole world: To-day he has nought Save seven feet of earth.'
'Alexander the liberal and great Was wont to bestow silver and gold: To-day,' said the fourth man, 'The gold is here, and it is nought.'
Thus truly spoke the wise men Around the grave of the high-king: It was not foolish women's talk What those four sang.
# Sims v. Hundley

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United States Supreme Court
47 U.S. 1
Sims v. Hundley

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# Sin, When Viewed by Scripture Light

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Sin's deceit by John Newton
    Sin, when viewed by scripture light,
    Is a horrid, hateful sight;
    But when seen in Satan’s glass,
    Then it wears a pleasing face.
    When the gospel trumpet sounds,
    When I think how grace abounds,
    When I feel sweet peace within,
    Then I’d rather die than sin.
    When the cross I view by faith,
    Sin is madness, poison, death;
    Tempt me not, ’tis all in vain,
    Sure I ne’er can yield again.
    Satan, for awhile debarred,
    When he finds me off my guard,
    Puts his glass before my eyes,
    Quickly other thoughts arise.
    What before excited fears,
    Rather pleasing now appears;
    If a sin, it seems so small,
    Or, perhaps, no sin at all.
    Often thus, through sin’s deceit,
    Grief, and shame, and loss I meet,
    Like a fish, my soul mistook,
    Saw the bait, but not the hook.
    O my Lord, what shall I say?
    How can I presume to pray?
    Not a word have I to plead,
    Sins, like mine, are black indeed!
    Made, by past experience, wise,
    Let me learn thy word to prize;
    Taught by what I’ve felt before,
    Let me Satan’s glass abhor.
# Sims v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
359 U.S. 108
Sims v. United States
Argued: Feb. 26, 1959. --- Decided: March 23, 1959
Mr. Fred H. Caplan, Charleston, W.Va., for petitioner.
Miss Melva Graney, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice WHITTAKER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Simson

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    & Simson, Alexander
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# Sims v. Georgia (389 U.S. 404)

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389 U.S. 404
Sims v. Georgia
Jack Greenberg, James M. Nabrit III, Anthony G. Amsterdam and Howard Moore, Jr., for petitioner.
PER CURIAM.

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# Sin (Herrick, "Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere")

100. SIN
Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere, And was committed, not remitted there.
# Sieges of Brampton and Hopton castles/Garrison of Brampton Castle

Source: Historical Manuscripts Commission (1904). Calendar of the manuscripts of the Marquis of Bath, Preserved at Longleat, Wiltshire 1. His Majesty's Stationery Office. p. 33.
[1643.]— A list of those that were in the castle during the siege. Includes Dr. Nathaniel Wright, lieutenant-colonel, governor of Brampton Castle. John Hakluit, Henry Archibold and Prianras Davies, captains. Thomas Harley, Monsieur Peter Yachan, Dorothy and Margaret Harley, and nearly a hundred others [listed by name].
# Sieges of Brampton and Hopton castles/Garrison of Hopton Castle

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[1644.]— A list of those that were in the castle. Includes Samuel Moore [More], captain and governor, Thomas Phillips, major, and twenty-two others [listed by name].
# Sieges of Brampton and Hopton castles/The cost of the damage to Brampton and an account of the destruction of Roaring Megg

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## Letter from William Bagley to Thomas Harley

1646, June 15. Putney.— I have cast up my thoughts and according to my best understanding as far as I am able to judge, I think your father's losses in the ruin of the castle, the out-buildings, the burning of the town, the goods and furniture of the castle, the loss' of all his cattle, his rents and other ruins that are made upon his estate may be about twelve or thirteen thousand pounds, besides what waste hath been made in his woods I know not; for the church I conceive thirteen or fourteen hundred pounds may build and repair seats in it again. And for the townsmen's losses I cannot well say what it may be until I have some further information from them; but yet I shall declare to my thoughts, which are thus; if all they who have term for life or years must again repair the buildings out of those ruins, and your father to repair the rest of the town, then I think the loss' of the townsmen will amount to about two thousand seven hundred and fifty pounds, or thereabouts.
The day of our enemies' close approach was July 26th, 1643. They brought seven great iron guns, one whereof they called Roaring Megg. Their great god in whom they trusted broke in pieces at the third shot and hurt many of their own company; and at three sallies out upon them, we had not one man killed, but many of theirs; and when our time was expired that we must hold the castle no longer we delivered it up April the 17th, 1644. For many acts of God's providence towards us in this time of our trial and trouble, I believe you have more particularly recorded then I am able to do. Copy.

## Later estimates of the costs

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* 1 2 Two other later estimates of the costs: 1646 [-7], March 12. — An account rendered to the Committee of Accounts at Hereford of the losses in goods and cattle of those that were in the castle and town of Brampton Bryan occasioned by the King's forces, amounting to 2,551l 14s. This sum in- cludes—Colonel Dr. Wright, 240l.; Stanley Gower, rector, 368l.; Francis Boughey, minister, 134l. Same date. — An account of the moneys required to rebuild the church and town, amounting to 3,216l. The church, 1,200l.; the parsonage, 250l., and 19 houses the occupants of which are named, are included in the estimate.
# Sierra Club v. Morton/Dissent Brennan

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* Dissenting Opinions Douglas Brennan Blackmun
MR. JUSTICE BRENNAN, dissenting.
I agree that the Sierra Club has standing for the reasons stated by my Brother BLACKMUN in Alternative No. 2 of his dissent. I therefore would reach the merits. Since the Court does not do so, however, I simply note agreement with my Brother BLACKMUN that the merits are substantial.
# Selliger v. Kentucky

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213 U.S. 200
Selliger v. Kentucky
Argued: March 16, 17, 1909. --- Decided: April 5, 1909
Messrs. John L. Dodd, Alexander Pope Humphrey, Joseph C. Dodd, and Humphrey, Davie, & Humphrey for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 200-201 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Matthew J. Holt and B. F. Washer for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 201-203 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Selling v. Radford

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243 U.S. 46
Selling v. Radford
Argued: November 20, 1916. --- Decided: March 6, 1917
Solicitor General Davis for petitioner.
Messrs. Thomas A. E. Weadock and Harrison Geer for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Sellers v. Laird/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
395 U.S. 950
Cleveland L. SELLERS, Jr., petitioner, v. Melvin R. LAIRD, Secretary of Defense, et al.
Denied.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS, with whom THE CHIEF JUSTICE and Mr. Justice MARSHALL join, dissenting.

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# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Returning

RETURNING.
When one has journeyed far afield To see earth's varied treasure, And taste the joy fresh pastures yield— Perhaps his greatest pleasure Is when he turns his footsteps back Along the old, well-beaten track, To learn in fuller measure, Home's quiet joys and friendly cheer By absence rendered still more dear.
'Tis well to turn the wearied eyes Where foreign suns are glowing, And gain the stimulus that lies Where fresher streams are flowing; But O, the happy rush of thought With which the eager hours are fraught When we are homeward going! How good the old accustomed place— How sweet each dear familiar face!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Since Reading Maeterlinck

SINCE READING MAETERLINCK.
I used to think the honey-bee A harmless little fellow, An animated symphony Done up in brown and yellow, But since I read my Maeterlinck I really don't know what to think!
Such marvellous sagacity And delicate acumen, Such zeal and pertinacity Are really more than human; Such order, industry and law Inspire me with the deepest awe.
Republican in principle Is laid their constitution, And every little waxen cell Accords with evolution; Their national life is most complex— Nor merely to be thought reflex!
The queen and all her acolytes Are carefully defended, The drones and all the lesser lights Are also well attended; That they can fashion queen or drone Most undeniably is shown.
They practise every secret art, Nature herself defying, And to the death each plays his part— 'Tis really stupefying; One questions if great Socrates Knew half as much as honey-bees!
I almost feel I should forsake— It seems such desecration— The honey that I used to take With so much delectation As if one ate the very flowers— The hearts of happy summer hours!
If ever country life to you Seems dull and overrated, And you would have a point of view Both fresh and elevated. Read up on Bees, by Maeterlinck, He'll show you how to see and think!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/The Guardians of the Place

THE GUARDIANS OF THE PLACE.
About the old deserted place, So long forsaken and forlorn, There lingers still a touch of grace, A fragrance every year new-born.
For lilacs there in Spring unfold Beside the long unopened door, Communion still they seem to hold With those who come and go no more.
Against the window-frame they lean, Their banners floating to the air, And spread their arms as if to screen The silent shadows lurking there.
Pale spires uplifted to the sun Break into bloom as if to fill, In memory of days long done, The empty place with fragrance still.
As if with beauty they would hide The fallen fortunes of the race, Still cherishing with love and pride The old traditions of the place.
So year by year they closer press, And every season slowly spread, Praising with silent loveliness The unknown, long-forgotten dead.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Since Knowing You

SINCE KNOWING YOU.
Since knowing you I know myself no more; All that I was and am—the wrong denied, The insincerity, rebellions pride, And selfishness behind the mask I wore, The cold indifference I knew before You came, the ills I scarcely sought to hide— And all the ugly train so long defied, At last into love's crucible I pour.
My pain and privilege! for sin confessed Is sin repudiated, all its sting And power made void. This is the final test, Love's sacred task and deepest offering; Behold, the hope and germ of all my best Lies in the very worthlessness I bring!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/The Distant Goal

THE DISTANT GOAL.
I builded me a palace fair, Untouched of pain, remote from care, And with my dreams I tarried there.
I tarried there for one brief day, Then sorrow came and had its way— My house of hope in ruins lay.
But, girded with a strength unknown Before its joy was overthrown. My soul arose and stood alone;
And gazing past life's sore defeat, Past earth receding at its feet— With all the beauty magic-sweet—
Beyond the reach of time and chance, And wrecking tides of circumstance, It saw as in a lightning glance
The distant goal. O not in vain These earthly crucibles of pain, In every loss may still be gain!
And though we know not how or whence, Denial hath its recompense, And love its hidden, sure defence.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/The Evening Hour

THE EVENING HOUR.
There is unfailing comfort to be found In quiet country ways when shadows run Athwart green pastures with the setting sun, And coming harvests everywhere abound; The singing streams half-hidden in the ground, The orchard slopes, the kine that one by one Go home for milking now the day is done, All speak of homes with peace and plenty crowned.
More reconciling thoughts come to the mind At such an hour; we feel the recompense Of honest toil—draw nearer to our kind In spiritual sympathy, and in the sense Of some enfolding Care that dwells behind The fixed, dividing walls of circumstance.