The Outlaw Of Loch Lene

Oh, many a day have I made good ale in the glen, That came not of stream or malt like the brewing of men. My bed was the ground my roof, the greenwood above, And the wealth that I sought, one far kind glance from my love. Alas on that night when the horses I drove from the field, That I was not near from terror my angel to shield. She stretched forth her arms her mantle she flung to the wind, And swam o'er Loch Lene her outlawed lover to find. Oh would that a freezing, sleet-winged tempest did...

The Song Of The Seven Archangels

Now, Gabriel, be with my heart On this first day of seven, He, first of the Archangels And Thou, High King of Heaven. Michael be mine, if Monday dawn, Michael I call upon, There is none like thee, Michael, None but Jesu, Mary's Son. And oh if Tuesday sorrow bring, Let Raphael help it forth, One of the seven that hears us weep, Sad women of this earth. And Uriel hear, if Wednesday wake, In his nobility, And heal our wounds and care for us And calm this wind-torn sea. And Sariel, should Thursday...

Ancient Pagan Poems

The Source of Poetic Inspiration (founded on translation by Whitley Stokes) 53 Amorgen's Song (founded on translation by John Greeting to the New-born Babe . . . .61 What is Love 62 Laegh's Description of Fairy-land 65 The Lamentation of Fand when she is about to The Song of the Fairies . . . A. H. Leahy 73 The great Lamentation of Deirdre for the Sons of

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