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TO WHICH IS SUBJOINED AN IRISH TALE. By Miss BROOKE. 21 Ojfjii, ctf h)ri t)T) -00 ^ge-ttlit. Cut 5tí5)t ~ 217 ■— Original of ditto - - - - ~ 3^9 V. Elegy on the Death of Carolan - - - 225 — Original of ditto - - - - -31Í d SONGS. ( xxvi ) SONGS. Page Thoughts on Ir'ijh Song - - - _ 220 I. Song^ for Gracey Nugent. By Carolan - - - 246 — Original of ditto - - - - _ .ji- II. Song, for Mcible Kelly. By Carolan - - - 250 — Original of ditto - - - - _ o j 5 in. Song. By Patrick Linden - - - 255 ■ — Original of ditto - _ - _ - -i 1 8 IV. The Maid of the Valley - - - . 259 — Original of ditto - - - . - 'iiq IRISH TALE. IntroduElion - - » « _ --lac Maon : An Iri/Jj Tale - - - - »^^j HEROIC POEMS. 1. C O N L O C H; POEM. ADVERTISEMENT. / HAVE not been able to difcover the Author of the Poem of CoNLOCH, nor can I af certain the exa£i time in which it was written; hut it is impoffible to avoid afcribing it to a very early period^ as the language is fo much older than that of any of my Originals, (the War Odes excepted,) and quite different from the flyle of thofe Pieces which are kfwwn to be the compofitions of the middle ages. With equal pride and pleafure, I prefx to it the followifig Intro- duélion, and regard it as an ornament and an honor to my ivork. For many other valuable communications, I am alfo indebted to Mr. O'Halloran; and am happy in this opportunity of returning my public acknowledgments for the kind zeal with which he has affijled me in the courfe of my undertaking; befides the informatioti which (in common ivith his other admiring readers) I have received from his inefimable Introdiiélion to the Hiilory and Antiquities of Ireland; a work fraught ivith learning, rich with the treafures of ages,. and animated by the very foul of Patriot fm, and genuine Honor ! A N INTRODUCTORY DISCOURSE TO THE POEM OF C N L C H. By SYLVESTER O'HALLORAN, Efq; M.R.IA. XT. AD the ancient hiilory and language of Ireland been regarded in the very important light which both moil aiTuredly merit, onr accounts of the Laws, Cuiloms, Legiflation and Manners of the early Celtas would not now be fo imperfe(il and confufed ; nor would modern writers prefume fo flatly to contra- diéV the faéls recorded of them by the ancient Greek and Roman hiftorians. But this is not the place to expatiate on fo interefting a fubjedl : As an introduilion to the following Poem, I fliall only fay a few words relative to the antiquity of Chivalry in Europe. B 2 It ( 4 ) It is a fail unanimoufly fubfcribed to, that the cuilom of creating Knights in Europe originated not from the Romans, but amongil the Celtos themfelves. The Romans, wherever they carried their arms, waged war againft arts and fcienccs, as well as againft mankind; and hence it partly proceeds that our ac- counts of the greateft nations of antiq\iity are now fo meagre and mutilated. The ancient Celtac were amongft the number of thofe ftates that experienced this fad truth ; for though the early Greeks confefs how much they were indebted to them for Letters and Philofophy, though Paufanias bears teftimony to their Knights, and though CEcfir — an eye witnefs— confeiTes that thefe Knights were the fecond order amongft the Gauls ; yet, becaufe the fuc- ceeding Romans were fo induftrious in the deftru We here fee a marked difference between the arms and appearance of either hoft. The troops of Magnus are covered with fteel ; but we meet with no coats of mail amongft the chiefs of the Fenii. " It ihould feem (fays Mr. Walker) that body armour of any kind was un- " known to the Iriih previous to the tenth century, as we find King Muirkertach, in " that century, obtaining the afcititious name of Muirkertach na geochall croccann, " for fo obvious an invention as that of the leathern jacket. Yet coats of mail are " mentioned in the Brehon laws, and the word mail is fuppofed to be derived from " mala in Iriih. Though the poets * of the middle iiges defcribe the heroes of Oifin, " as iliining in polifhed iteel, no relic of that kind of armour has efcaped the wreck iot thy own clerks in truth excell'd The heroes of our line. By honor train'd, by fame impell'd In glory's fields to iliine ! O Patrick of the placid mien, And voice of fweeteil found ! Of all thy church's walls contain Within their hallow'd round, L 2 Not ■* The heroes of ancient Ireland were fworn never to attack an enemy at any difad- vantage. O'Halloran. ( 76 ) Not one more faithful didft thou know Than Comhal's noble fon. The chief who gloried to beftow The prize the bards had won ' ! Were Morni's valiant fon '' alive, (Now in the deedlefs grave,) O could my wifh -from death revive The generous and the brave !, Or ^ In ail thefe poems, the charafter of Oifin is fo inimitably well fupported, that we lofe the idea of any other bard, and are for a time perfuaded it is Oifin himfelf who fpeaks. We do not feem to read a narration of events, wherein the writer was neither a witnefs, nor a party : — it is the Son, — the Father, — the Hero, — tlie Patriot who fpeaks ; who brentlies his own paflions and feelings on our hearts, and compels our fympathy to accompany all his griefs ; while, in a ftrain of natural and inipaf- fioned eloquence, he defcants on the fame and virtues of a parent whom he defcribes as at once fo amiabls, and fo great ; and bewails the lofs of all his former friends, kindred, and companions, and laments his own forlorn and difconfolate ilate, in apoftrophes that pierce the very foul of pity ! — Befides paflages which occur in this, and the two poems of Magnus and Moira borb, the rtgdltclrtl Ojlill 1 pct"n)1ir5 exhibits a very patheric iiiftance, where,, lamenting the lofs of his father and his cele- brated Fenii, he exclaims, " To furvive them is my depth of woe ! the banquet and " the fong have now no charms for me ! Wretched &nd old, — the poor folitary rem- " nant of the Fenii ! Why, — O why am I yet alive I — Alas, O Patrick ! grievous is my " ftate ! — the laft of all my race ! — My heroes are gone ! my íírength is gone ! — " Bells I now hear, for the fongs of my bards •, and age, blindncfs and woe are all " that remain of Oifin !" ■^ The celebrated Goll, or Gaul Mac Morni. He is a favourite hero, in mod of the Fian tales ; and is in general ranked next to Finn Mac-Cumhal, and equal to Ofgur, in point of prowefs. Great as is Oifin's pirtiality in favour of the heroes of hfe own race, yet we find him, on all occafions, doing ample juftice to the cha- racter ( 11 ) Or Mac-0'Dhuivne% graceful formy Joy of the female iight ; The hero who would bread the ftornv And dare the unequal fight. Or he whofe fword the ranks defy'd, Mac-Garra, conqueil's boaft, Whofe valour would a war decide, His fnigle arm an hoft f Or could Mac-Ronan s now appear. In all his manly charms ; Or — Oh my Ofgur " ! wert thou here, To fill my aged arms ! Not Tafler and valour of a chief, who was not allied to his family, and whofe tribe had even, at diíTerent times, been their very bittereft enemies. * Diarmad, or Dermot Mac O'Dhuivne. This hero was celebrated for his extra- Ordinary beauty, and the graces of his form : — but we find he was not lefs brave than beautiful. ' PolTibly this was the Mac Garraidh Mac Morni, king- of Connaught, mentioned in the War-Ode to Oigur at the battle of Gabhra. His having been, at that time, the enemy of the Fenii, would not be a reafon fuíBeient to prevent the poet from making Oifm fpeak thus highly of him here ; — on the contrary, the Iriih heroes were in- ftrufted, from their youth, to refpeft a brave enemy ; and made it a point of honor to fpeak of them in honorable terms. It is very feidom that an inftance to the con- trary occurs, as the attentive reader will perceive, through the whole courfe of thefe poems. s Caoilte Mac Ronain ; he is a very diíllnguiíhed chief amongfl: the Fenii, and a favourite with all their poets. * Ofgur, the fon of Oifin, who was killed at the battle of Gabhra. ( 78 ) Not then, as now, iliould Calphruin's fon. His fermons here prolong j With bells, and pfalms, the land o'er-run. And hum his holy fong ! If Fergus ' liv'd, again to fing, As eril, the Fenii's fame ; Or Daire % who fweetly touch'd the firing, And thrill'd the feeling frame ; Your bells, for me, might found in vain, Did Fiugh the little, live ' ; Or Fallan's " generous worth remain, The ceafelefs boon to give ; Or ' Fergus, the brother of Oifin, and chief poet of the Fcnii. See D'Jf. on the War-Ode. * We find nothing particular related of this Daire, further than his (kill in mufic. This enchanting fcience, as well as poetry, was cultivated by the chiefs of antient Ireland. ' Hugh, or Aodh beag Mac-Finn. f We meet this hero again, in the poem of Magnus. ( 79 ) Or Conan bald", tlio' oft his tongtie To rage provok'd my breail ; Gr Finn's iinall dwarf", whofe magic fong- Oft luH'd the ranks to reft. Sweeter to me their voice would feem- Than thy pfalm-iinging train ; And nobler far their lofty theme. Than that thy clerks maintain ! Patrick. Ceafe thy vain thoughts, and fruitlefs boafts j Can death thy chiefs reftore ? — Son of the King of mighty hofts. Their glories are no more. Confide » For the charafter of Conan, fee the notes on the preceding poem. " It is not eafy to determine whether the poet, here, only means, that this dwarf had a voice of that particular cadence, as naturally to incline his hearers to fleep -, or whether he means to afcribe to him the aitual powers of magic. Upon the fubje£l of the dwarf, I have only conjecture to offer. In the learned and curious work of Monf. Mallet, we find that, amongft the nations of the North, the Laplanders were confidered as dwarfs, on account of the comparative lownefs of their ftature ; and alfo, that their extreme ingenuity in the mechanic arts, which a difpofition of mind, naturally pacific, gave them leifure and inclination to purfue, had acquired them the reputation of being {killed in magic. Perhaps the little Being here men- tioned miglit have been one of thofe. Oifin, we fee, piqued at the infinuation of St. Patrick, takes pains to iliew him, that, from the firil of the heroes, down to the laft ■, . even the very dwarf that belonged to Finn, was dearer, and more acceptable to him than he was. ( 8o ) Confide in him whofe high decree O'er-rules all earthly power ; And bend to him thy humble knee, To him devote thy hour j And let thy contrite prayer be made To him who rules above ; Entreat for his almighty aid. For his protecting love 1 Tho' (with thy perverfe will at ftrife,) Thou deem'il it ftrange to fay, He gave thy mighty father life. And took that life away. OisiN. Alas ! thy words fad import bear, And grating founds impart ; They come with torture to mine ear. And anguifli to my heart ! Not for thy God thefe torrents fpring. That drain their weeping fource. But that my Father, and my King, Now lies a Ufelefs corfe ! Too ( Si ) Too much I have already done. Thy Godhead's fmile to gain ; That thus each wonted joy I fliun, And with thy clerks remain ! The royal robe, the focial board, Mufick and mirth are o'er. And the dear art I once ador'd I now enjoy no more ; For now no bards, from Oifm's hand. The wonted gift receive p ; Nor hounds, nor horn I now command. Nor martial feats atchieve ! j^ O Innisfail ! p All Iriih HlftoHcs, Chronicles and Poems, concur In teftimony of the high re- fpea in which the office of the Bard, and the favours of the Mufe, were formerly he d In this kingdom. Oifin, at once a Hero and a Bard, is fuppofed to have felt equally for bothi as a Bard, to have felt the dignity and importance of thofe talents, winch Aad power to confer the immortality of fame. that, as a Hero, he fo ardently de- fired We, therefore, are not to wonder if we find him frequently recurnng with a pleafed, yet melancholy retrofpeaion. to thofe happy days, when he jomed, to the luxury of beftowing, the glory of encouraging an art, of which he was h.mfelf a mailer. ( 82 ) O Innisfail ! thy Oifin goes To guard thy ports no more"; To pay with death the foreign foes Who dare infult thy iliore ' ! I fpeak " Dr. Hanmer, in his Chronicle, gives us a long lift of the chieftains, under the command of Finn-IS'Iac-Cumal, who were particularly appointed to the care of the har- bours of Ireland ; at the end of which he adds, " Thefe were the chiefe commanders " by direftion from Fin M'Koyll, who tooke farther order that beacons ihould be fet " up in fundrie places of the land, where, in time of danger, they might have " diredlion for reliefe, and to draw a head for their defence. ' "We find Oifin, in this paflage, does not appear fo old, or fo infirm, as he is re- prefented in many other of the Flan Poems; on the contrary, he laments — not his inability — but the religious reftraints which detain him from the field. Perhaps the poet here means to ihew the over flrained zeal of the early Chriflian miflionaries, who, finding the Irilh chiefs fo paflionately devoted to military glory ; fo haughty, high fpirited and impatient of injury; thought it impoflible ever to bow their minds to the dodrine of meeknefs, without carrying it abfolutely to an extreme, that ex- ceeckd the reafonable bounds prefcribed by its divine Teacher. They were, however, fuccefsful : — the fame enthufiafm that led our heroes to the field, foon after plunged them into cloifters. Still it was a fenfe of duty ; the obje£t only was changed ; through an unhappy error, they thought themfelves performing an acceptable fervice to heaven, by contradicting the very purpofes for which heaven defigned them ; by re- fufing to fulfil the obligations of acftive life, and withdrawing alike from the fpheres of domcftic and public duty, to devote themfelves to the auftcrities of fecluded penitence, produdlive only of individual^ inftead oi general advantage. Still, however, they were impelled by an ardour to perform, in its fuUeft extent, that fervice which they con- ceived to be their tluty ; and therefore, for the confequcnces of fuch a miftake, they were more to be pitied than condemned. Of the fame nature were tlie motives that influenced the hofts of Ifrael (confider- ing only the letter of the law,) to fubmit themfelves tamely to the fwords of their enemies, rather tlian defend their lives, at the hazard of offending heaven, by what, they ( 8j ) I fpeak not of the fall fevere Thy rigid faith has taught ; Conipar'd with all the reft I bear, It is not worth a thought. Patrick. O! Olfin of the mighty deed! Thy folly I deplore ; O ! ceafe thy frenzy thus to feed, And give the fubjeá: o'er. M 2 Nor they conceived, would be a breach of the fabbath day. But Mattathias, and his heroic fons, more enlightened — not lefs religious than their miflaken countrymen, flood forth and faid, " If we all do as our brethren have done, and fight not for our " lives and our laws, againft the heathen ; they will now quickly root us out of " the earth. Whoever fhall come to make battle with us, on the fabbath day, wc " will fight againft him ; neither will we die all, as did our brethren !" — And the cou- fequence was, that «' the work profpered in their hands, and they recovered the law " out of the hands of the Gentiles, and out of the hands of Kings, and fuffered " not finners to triumph." Maccabees, b. i. ch. 2. But the Iriih, lefs inftru£led in Uiefpirit of true religion than the fons of Ifrael had been, did not fo foon perceive, and recover from their error -, an error to which, Mr. O'Halloran thinks, we may in part attribute the fuccefs of Danifh invafions, and of Engliih arms in Ireland ; for, while fuch numbers of their princes and chiefs abandoned the government, and the defence of their country, for the barren duties of a cloifter, the remaining patriots, who faid, " Let us fight for our lives and our laws " againft the heathen," were not always fufficient to the talk. Thofe of their princes and nobility, who were led away by a noble, but unhappy miftake, had they enter- tained the true fenfe of what Chriftian duty demanded, would have been the braveft defenders, the firmeft friends of their country ; but, deprived of them, flie remained, for the moft part, a prey to foreign invaders ; or elfe, torn by the tumults of her own factious fons, — too few of her nobler offspring remaining for her de- fence. ( 84 ) Nor Finn, nor all the Finian race. Can with his power compare, Who to yon orbs afligns their place. And rules the realms of air ! For man yon azure vault he fpreads. And clothes the flow'ry plains ; On every tree ibft fragrance ilieds. And blooming fruit ordains ! 'Tis he who gives the peopl'd ilream. Replete with life to flow ; Who gives the Moon's relplendant beam. And Sun's meridian glow ! Would'il thou thy puny King compare To that Almighty hand, Which form'd fair earth, and ambient air. And bade their powers expand ? OiSiN. It was not on a fruit or flower My King his care bcfliow'd ; He better knew to fliew his power In honor's glorious road. To ( 8s ) To load with death the hoftile field ; In blood, his might proclaim ; Our land with wide proteélion íliield, And winff to heaven his fame ! *t> In peace, his tranquil hours to blefs, Beneath foft beauty's eye ; Or, on the chequer'd field of chefs % The mimic fight to try ; Or * t)ZC)ll, is thc.Iriih name for Chefs. " I have not been able to find the Irlih " names of the niín of this game, but it was univerfally played by the ancient nobi- " lity of Ireland. Dr. Hyde fays, the old Irifli were fo greatly addifted to chefs, " that, amongft them, the polTeffion of good eftates has been often decided by it : " and, adds he, there are fome eftates, at this very time, the property whereof ftill " depends upon the iffue of a game at chefs. For example, the heirs of two certain " noble Iriih fapiilies, whom we could name, (to fay nothing of otiiers,) hold their " lands upon this tenure, viz. that one of them ihall encounter the other at chefs, in " this manner; that which ever of them conquered, iliould_ feize and poflefs the " eftate of the other. Therefore, (fays the doctor,) I am told they manage the affair " prudently among themfelves ; once a year they meet, by appointment, to play at " chefs ; one of them makes a move, and the other fays, I will confider how to " anfwer you next year. This being done, a public notary commits to writing the " fituation of the game ; by which method, a game that neither has won, has been, " and will be continued for fdme hundred of years. " I find, in the old Brehon Laws, that one tax, levied by the Monarch of " Ireland, on every province, was to be paid in chefs-boards, and complete fets of « men : and that every iruigh (or inn-holder of the ftates,) waS obliged to furniih " travellers w:th fait provifions, lodging, and a chefs-board, gratis.'' Vallancey's Iri/b Grammar^ EJfay on the Celtic Lang. p. 85. ( 86 ) Or Sylvan fports ', that well befeem The martial and the brave ; Or, plung'd amid the rapid ftream, His manly limbs to lave. But, when the rage of battle bled ! Then — then his might appear'd, And o'er red heaps of hoilile dead His conquering ftandard rear'd ! Where was thy God, on that fad day, When, o'er lerne's wave, Two heroes plough'd the wat'ry way. Their beauteous prize to fave ? From Lochlin's King of Ships, his bride. His lovely Queen they bore, Through whom unnumber'd warriors dy'd. And bath'd in blood our ihore ". Or ■• See O'Conor's Differtntiom, p. loi. " A note for this paflage was furniilied from Z_ctO)"D 3l)f15e-£tT7 thÚ)^, .(i. e. tlie Poem of Aivgean the Great) in the colleclion of J. C. Walker, Efq; the ilory of which is briefly this. Two heroes, (Mac-Connacher and Ainle,) were forgotten by Finn at his feaft : They refented the neglccl of their chief, tlefertcd from his ftandard, and went over to that of his enemy, Airgean, King of Lochlin. The ( ( 8? ) Or on that day, when Tailk's ^ proud might Invaded Erin's coaft ; Where was thy Godhead in that fight, And where thy empty boail ?. While The graceful beauty of Ainle's form, infpiring the young Queen of Lochlin with a guilty and fatal pafTion, flic fled with Iiim and his friend to Ireland, whither they were purfued by the furious King, who determined, if pofllble, to facrifice all the Fenii, for the crime of a fingle hero. The poet exprefsly tells us, that Finn would have compelled the guilty pair to make all the reparation which the nature of the cafe would admit of; and further, offered from himielf fuch conditions of peace, as he thought might prevent the neceflity of his fighting in fo difhonorable a caufe : — but his overtures were rejedled with difdain, and he w;is conllrained to the iíTue of a battle. The ilaughter on each fide was dreadful ; the Iriili, in the end, were vi£to- rious- Ainle himfjlf was killed in the engagement •, but the poet does not deign to take any further notice of the unhappy partner of his crimes. ^ Tailk or Tailc Mac Trein. — A Poem on this fubjeft is ii> the fame co!Ie£lion with Ú\:í\.qí A'ti-gcan the Great; there is alfo another copy of it, entitled LttO)"D CHOC tljft Hit ^t (i. e. the Poem of the Hill of Slaughter). It contains fome beauties, but, upon the whole, is fcarce worth tranflation. The flory, however, is here extradled, to gratify any curiofity tliat may be excited by the line to which this note refers. A Grecian Princefs flies, in difguft, from the brave, but fierce and deformed Tailk Mac Trein, whom her father had compelled her to marry, and folitits the proteition of the Finian commander. He grants it, of courfe, but his generofity cofts him ácar, Tailk purfues his wife, and fights the Fians, who refufe to give her up to him. After an incredible flaughter, he is at length fubdued, ami killed by Ofgur, the grandfon of Finn. The Princefs beholds the havoc flie has occafioned, and overcome by the emotions of grief, terror, and fufpence, which fhe had fufTered, during the conflift, and fhock- ed to fee the numbers of her generous proteftors, that had fallen in her defence, flie finks beneath the prefTure of her feelings, and expires in tlie midil of her fur- viving deliverers. ( 88 ) While rotind the braveft Fenii bled, No help did he beilow ; 'Twas Ofgiir's arm aveng'd the dead, And gave the glorious blow ! Where was thy God, when Magnus came ^ ? Magnus the brave, and great ; The man of might, the man of fame, W^hofe tlireat'ning voice was fate ! Thy Godhead did not aid us then j — If fuch a God there be. He ihould have favour'd gallant men, As great and good as he ! Fierce Anninir's wide-wailing fon, Allean ^, of dreadful fame. Who Tamor's treafures oft had won. And wrapt her walls in flame ; Not by thy God, in iingle fight. The deathful hero fell ; But by Finn's arm, whofe matchlefs might Could ev'ry force repel ! " Vide Poem of Mn^ritis the Great. In '^- No connedled, or probable account, has been learned of this hero, and his con- ^uefts. ( 89 ) In ev'ry mouth his fame we meet, Well known, and well believ'd ;- I have not heard of any feat Thy cloudy King atchiev'd. Patrick. Drop we our fpeech on either fide, Thou^ bald and fenfelefs fool ' ! In torments all thy race abide ", While God in heaven fliall rule. OisiN. » It muft be owned, this railing is rather of tlie coarfeft ; but our poet feems more partial to his heroes than to his faints, or he would hardly have put this language into the mouth of the good biihop. " In the 2L5')it f^) bejc f ^011 iia b■f)iX^\ ttlajiii ! 21>ct tnrtj|iett"D ctctnnci 9/o5titie- fcjj, yV"o ctii-Mtici 6I0 clog tlct tCftuC ctfj "DO C)Ll (literally) " nor a bell of prayer time in " thy church ;" Cflttc is in the genitive cafe, yet I conceive that it muft mean " a bell at prayer time," (of or diritig the time of prayer). The reader is, however, at liberty to decide. ( 93 ) Thy ilory therefore I await, And thy late promife claim, The Chafe's wonders to relate,, And give the tale to fame. OisiN. O Patrick ! tho' my forrowing heart Its fond remembrance rend, I will not from my word depart, Howe'er my tears defcend ! Full joyous pail the feflive day In Almhain's ftately hall % Whofe fpears, with ftudded fplendours gay,, Illum'd the trophy'd wall- The ' Almhain, or Almhuin (pronounced Alwin) the palace of Finn Mac-Cumhal, in Leiniter : It was built on the top of the hill called, from it, " The Hill of Allen," in the county of Kildare. In the OYfLe- O^p^ (i. e. Rhapfody of Oifin) wherein he gives an account of the feven celebrated battalions of the Fenii, there is a paflage, partly deferiptive of the palace of Almhain, its oeconomy, feafts, &c. 2»o coiid)|tc |te- mo 1)t), tt)5e- 'f)orj |ie- gcic nol, "oe-jc cce-tttj cofiti 50 byiteci^s ( 94 ) The feaíl was for the Fenii ipread <" ; Their chiefs, aíTembled round. Heard the fong rife to praife the dead, And fed their fouls with found. Or 2>o Z>5 "Oct Z3iW5)ii "oe-ctg -^ct le-6)\ ; And like a freezing ftar, her eye With Heaven's own fplendour glow'd ". Thyfelf, O Patrick ! hadft thou feen The charms that face difplay'd ; That tender form, and graceful mein, Thyfelf had lov'd the maid ! My "• A learned friend remarked, on this paflage, that the poet here drew from his ftore of Eaftern imagery, for that golden hair was unknown in thefe cold climates. It is certain that the mention of yellow, or golden hair, though it fometimes occurs, yet is not very common in the defcriptions of our poets ; — the " fair waving trefles" are mofl general ; fometimes we are told of " hair like the raven's wing," and often of locks " of Ihining brown," which, from the brightncfs afcribed along with the colour, we may conclude to have been auburn. ° For this defcription of eyes, the poet has indeed left our world — and every one in it — far behind him. In one of Carol an's fongs, compofed for Mifs Mary O'Neil, he has given the following beautiful fimile, which, though indeed not equal to the above, is yet well entitled to prefervation. — " Her eyes (fays he) arc, to her face, what a diamond is •' to a ring, throwing its beams around, and adorning the beauty of the fetting." ( 99 ) My king approach'd the gentle fair, The form of matchlefs grace. ^ « Hail thou, fweet maid of golden hair! « Beheld my hounds in chafe ?" « Thy chafe, O king, was not my care ; « I nothing of it know ; « Far other thoughts my bofom ihare, « The thoughts, alas, of woe I" « Is It the huiband of thy youth, « O fair-one, that has died ? « Or has an infant pledge of truth « Been torn from thy foft fide ? « White-handed mourner ! fpeak the grief " That caufes thy diftrefs ; « And, if it will admit relief, " Thou may'il command redrefs"." o we cannot too .uch ad.ire the elegance and deHc.y^f^ty.^^^i^uxH render refinement couKi not ^^^^ ^; ^;^^ ::^;^Ze In ^ ^^ Ir^^ The charafter of the Finian commander apP<=« -" ^°^ J ,, ,,,, poems, and whether our bards, -^^» '^^ ^^^^ ^' 'j^pe Ja modi before them, I . m a proof that ^^y^^^l^ rtlS^l^if ctara^er, we fee all the to iliew what Nature ought to be , l-^^^. '" j f t,,e warrior, " Alas, my ring, for whofe dear fake " Thefe ceafelefs tears I ihed, " Fell from my finger in the lake !" (The foft-hair'd virgin faid). " Let me conjure thee ", generous king I " Compaillonate as brave, " Find for me now my beauteous ring, " Jhat fell beneath the wave !" Scarce was the foft entreaty made. Her treafure to redeem. When his fair form he difarray'd, And plung'd into the ftream. At P It has been already iliewTi that, amongft the ancient IrUli, each knight was bound, by his military vows, to the protecStion and rcfpcElful fervice of the fair : this is exprefsly recorded by our hiilory ; and our poetry and romances throw further light ^on the fubjeil:. According to them, no danger or ditTiculty was to deter an hero from the aíTiítance of a diftrefled female, and her requefl was to be a law. In the romance of '^^]{ CJ5^ CdtlCtJtl, where the ftory of this poem is related, Finn tells his chieftains, that he had a kind of inftinclive horror at the thoughts of entering that lake ; yet he inftantly obeyed the injunftion of the damfel, " for (fays he) " it was a matter that no hero could refufc." Many fimilar inftances of this rcf- pect and devotion to the fair occur in our old romances and poems. ( loi ) At the white-handed fair's reqiieil, Five times the lake he try'd ; On ev'ry fide his fearch addrefs'd, Till he the ring defcry'd. But when he fought the blooming maid. Her treafure to reftore ; His powers were gone, — he fcarce could wade To reach the neareil ihore ! That form where ftrength and beauty met, To conquer, or engage, Paid, premature, its mournful debt To grey and palfied age ". While " Our Iriih poets inform us that Finn was married extremely young ; yet even fo, he mud have been advanced in life at this period, (ince we find his grandfon Ofgur introduced in the following pages of the poem : 'Tis true he is mentioned only as a boy ; yet ilill, one would think his grandfather old enough to be grey, without the operation of forcery, to make him fo. At the very leaft, he muft have been now, fome years above fifty ; yet he is reprefented as retaining all the bloom, as well as the flrength and adivity, of youth. But we may well overlook a few faults of inad- vertance. in favour of the numerous beauties with which this poem abounds. Our magical' bard conjures up fuch delightful enchantments, that our attention fl-.ould be too much engioflcd by the grace and grandeur of his images, to count the knots on his poetical wand. C io« ) While magic thus our king detain'd, In hatefiil fetters bound ; We in fair Almhain's halls remain'd, And feilal joy went round. The mirthful moments danc'd along To miiiic's charming lore ; And, to the fons of lofty fong, Wealth pour'd her bounteous ilore ! Thtis fled the hours, on heedlefs wing, From every care releas'd ; Nor thought we of our abfent king, Nor mifs'd him from the feail : Till Caoilte, ftruck with fudden dread \ Rofe in the Hall of Spears : His words arotmd ftrange panic fpread. And wak'd mifgiving fears ! " Where ■• We learn, from Irifli romance, that the Fenii, and the chiefs of the Dananian race, were enemies, (fee ^fS-]^ r)5(r Cilildjil,) ; and as thefe people were fuppofcd to be ikilful in magic, the heroes of Finn were naturally alarmed for the fafety of their general, when they miffed him from the feaft, and recolleaed the determined enmity and fupernatural power of the Tuatha de Danans. — Caoilte, in the paffage before us, feems to appreli:nd that Finn was fnatchcd away by enchantment from amongll them. For a particular account of thefe Tuatha de Danans, the reader is referred to the antient Hiilory of Ireland. ( Í03 ) « Where Is the noble Comhal's fon, " Renown'd affembly ! Say ?— « Or is our arm of conqueft gone,:— " Our glory pafs'd away !" We flood aghaft.— Conan alone, The raih Mac Morni, fpoke ; « O joyful tidings ! I ihall groan " No more beneath his yoke. « Swift Caoilte S of the mighty deed ! « On this aufpiciovis day, « I, to his fame and power, fucceed, « And take the fovereign fway." We laugh'd to fcorn his fenfelefs boaft, Tho' with a grieving heart ; And Almhain faw our numerous hoft, With headlong hafte depart. The van myfelf and Caoilte led, The Fenii in the rear ; And on otu- rapid march we fped, But faw no king appear.. Caoilte was remarkable for his fpeed in running. We ( 104 ) Wefollow'd, where he led the chafe, To fteep Slieve GuilUn's foot ; But there we could no further trace, And ilop'd the vain purfuit. North of the mount our march we ilay'd, Upon a verdant plain. Where conqueft once our arms array 'd \ Tho' bought with heaps of flain ! Hope threw each eager eye aro\ind, And ftill'd attention's ear, — In vain, — for neither fight or found Of our lov'd chief was near. But, on the borders of a lake, A tall old man we fpy'd, Whofe looks his wretched age befpake To want and woe ally'd ! Bare wither'd bones, and ghailly eyes, His wrinkrd form difplay'd ; Palfy'd and pale, he fcarce could rife. From age and itrength decay 'd. We ' The battle here alluded to is defcrlbed in a Poem, entitled Í,CtO)T) ítH ^SlíZ? tllrtC -D)tfy)b — The terrible Mac-Dirive, after an obilinate combat, is at laft flain by the hand of Ofgur. ( '05 ) We tliought, perchance, tliat famine gave That wan and wailed frame, Or that from far, adown the wave, A jSiherman he came.. We alk'd him, had he feen in chafe. Two hounds that fnuff'd the gale. And a bold Chief, of princely grace. Swift bounding o'er the vale. The head of age in filence hung, Bow'd down with fliame and woe, Long e'er his heiitating tongue The cruel truth could iliew ". At length, to Caoilte's faithful ear, The fatal change he told, And gave our raging hoil to hear The dreadful tale unfold ! With " It is hut proper to acquaint the reader, that in this paflage, the fcnfe of the poem is a little extended, and brought nearer to that of the romance. — In tlie poem, we are only told that Finn, when queflioned by his chieftains, did not, at firft, give a direft anfuer ; but, after fonie time, imparted the fecret to the ear of Caoilte. In the romance, Finn himfelf tells the ilory, and fays, that " he felt it grievous to his " heart to acquaint them, that he was the obje£l of their fearch ; neverthelefs, when his faithful bands furroundcd him, he at laft informed them of his fatal adven- ture. ( io6 ) With horror ilruck, aghail and pale, Three fudden fhouts we gave. — AiFrighted badgers fled the vale, And trembling fought the cave ! But Conan glory'd in our grief; Conan the bald, the bafe ; He curs'd with rage the Finian chief, And all the Finian race. " O, were I fure (he fiercely faid) *' Thou wert that heart of pride, " Soon fliould this blade thy fliaking head " From thy old trunk divide ! " For never did thy envious mind " Bellow my valour's meed ; " In fecret has thy foul repin'd " At each heroick deed. " I grieve not for thy ftrength decay 'd, " Shrunk form, and foul difgrace ; " But that I cannot wave my blade *' O'er all thy hated race. « Oh, ( Í07 ) " Oh, were they all like theeJ:his day, " My vengeance, as a flood, " Shoiild fweep my hated foes away, " And bathe my ileel in blood ! " Since Comhal of the Hoils was flain* " Upon the enfanguin'd field, " By Morni's fon, who ne'er in vain " Uprear'd his golden '' Ihield ; " Since then, otir clan in exile pine, " Excluded from thy fight; " And the fam'd heroes of our line " But live in thy defpight." Caoilte, " Comhal, or Cumhal, the father of Finn. He was killed in a battle s,again{t the tribe of Morni ; we find, however, that this tribe were afterwards reconciled to the Fenii, and obedient to their chief, who treated them with the utmoil kindnefs. This complaint of Conan's is therefore to be afcribed to his own perverfe humour, and not to any injuftice that he or his clan had met with from the Finian general. y Here we find mention of a golden Ihield ; but it is not fuppofed that fuch were common in Ireland, becaufe they do not often occur in our MSS. and very few of them have been found in our bogs. But we are not, from this, to conclude that the metal itfelf was fcarce in the kingdom. — Cambrensis and Stanihurst bear tefti- mony to the riches of our mines. Do£lor Boat alfo, in his Natural Hi/loij, mentions the gold and filver mines of Ireland; and Donatus, Biftiop of Fcfulse, a poet of the 7th century, in a beautiful defcription of our ifland, does not omit to celebrate the natural wealth of its foil. P 2 The ( io8 ) Caoilte. " Did not my foul too keenly iliarc " In our great caufe of woe, " On aught like thee "" to wafte its care, " Or any thought beilow ; " Bald, fenfelefs wretch ! thy envy, foon " This arm iliould make thee rue ; " And thy cruili'd bones, thou bafe bvifFoon, " Should bear thy folly's due !" OsGUR. " Ccafe thy vain bab'ling, fenfelefs fool! " Bald boafter », ftain to arms, " Still forward to promote mifrule, *' But ihrink at war's alarms !" CONAN. The Lf-ctbcCit L^^CCCH, (or Book of Sligo) informs us, that in the reign of Tighearmas was firft introduced the boiling and refining of gold ; that the refiner's name was Inachadan, and he carried on the art at the eait fide of the Liffey. Befides the teflimony of foreign writers, and our domeitic annals; numbers of utenfils, arms, collars, chains, &c. of pure gold, have been dug up in different parts of the king- dom. But it would be endlefs to multiply proofs upon this fubje£l. If the reader wiflies any further tcftimonies, he will find them at large in Mr. O'Halloran's lu- troduclioti to the Hijf. nnd Ant'iq. of Ireland. ^ We are here, at once, let into the character of Conan, and fee that contempt alone is the caufe of the forbearance with which his infolence is fuffered to pafs. * We could wiih that this dialogue were not fo coarfely conducted ; but the heroes of Homer are ilill lefs acquainted with good breeding, than thofe of our Iriih Bard; and Conan is only the Therfues of Oifin. In juilice, however, to the Finian chiefs, it ( Í09 ) CoNAN. " Ceafe thou, vain youth'', nor thmk my foul " Can by thy fpeech be won, " Servile to ftoop to the controul " Of Oiiin's beardlefs fon. " Even Finn, who, head of all thy line, " Can beil their boafts become, " What does he do, but daily dine, " Upon his mangl'd thumb \ " 'Twas not the fons of Boifline's clan, " But Morni's gallant race, " That thunder'd in the warlike van, " And led the hximan chafe. « Oifni, it ihould be obferved, that it is the Infolent folly of Conaii which provokes abufivc language, becaufe they will not raife their arm againft an idiot. To an enemy they are never abufive; but, on the contrary, polite to a degree that might afford improved example, even to modern refinement. See Magnus. " Conan, afraid to reply to Caoilte, yet ventures to difcharge his fplecn upon « Oifin's beardlefs fon." ' This llrangc paflage is explained by fome lines in the Poem of !DuO-tHcCC- •0)5|l'VíÍJ, where Finn is reproached with deriving all his courage from his fore- knowledge of events, and chewing his thumb for prophetic information. The reader will eafily perceive the fource of this ridiculous miftake of tlie wonder-loving multi- tude -, a habit taken up, when deep in thought, was conftrued into divination ; and ■we may conclude how great that wifdom, and that heroifm, mull have been, which was fuppofcd no other way to be accounted for, than by gifting the poiTeflbr with infpiratiun. In ( IIO ) " Oiíln, this iilken fon of thine, " Who thus in words excels, " Will learn of thee the pfalming whine, " And bear white books and bells <■. " Ceafe Ofgur, ceafe thy fooliili boaft, " Not words, b\it deeds decide ; " Now then, before this warlike hoft, " Now be our valour try'd !" My fon high rais'd his threat'ning blade, To give his fury fway ; But the pale Conan flirunk difmay'd, And fprung with fear away : Amid In tlie romance of .'^c]>( C)5^ CtttlCt^ll, among other curious particulars, Finn .is faid to have derived a portion of his knowledge from the waters of a magical fountain, in the pofleflion of the Tuatha-de-danans ; a fingle draught of which was fold for three hundred ounces of gold. ■' From this paíTiige, it appears, that Oifin was fuppofed to have been won over, at leaft in part, by fome of the miihonaries who preceded the arrival of St. Patrick in Ireland. — Here alfo we feem tohave proof that the bells, mentioned in the courfe of the poem, were not, nor could have been, the large fufpended ones ; but only the fmaller ones, that were borne by the priefts, and tingled at the altars, in the very firft ages of Chriftianity. Conan could not poiTibly mean any other than thefe, when he fays that Ofgur would learn in time to hear or carry them ; — that is, leaving the profelFion of arms, to become a prieft, by which he plainly intends to reproach him with cowardice, as defirous to excel in words alone. ( I" ) Amid the fcoffing hoil he fprung, To ihun th' unequal ftrife ; To Tcape the forfeit of his tongue, And fave his worthlefs life. Nor vainly did he importune j The hoil, as he defir'd, Engag'd my fon to give the boon His cowardice requir'd. Once, twice, and thrice, to Erin's chief The forrowing Caoilte fpoke : " O fay, lov'd caufe of all our grief ! " Whence came this cruel ilroke ? " What curil Tuathan's ' direful charm " Has dar'd that form deface ? " O ! who could thus thy force difarm, " And wither ev'ry grace ?" « Guillen's " In the original, CllrtCct TDC- (i. e. Tuatha-de-danan). Moit of the Iriih Ro- mances are filled with Dananiaii enchantments; as wild as the wildeft of Ariosto's fidions, and not at all behind them in beauty. ( "í ) " Guillen's fair daughter, (Finn reply'd,) " The treacherovis fnare deiign'd ^, " And fent me to yon magic tide, " Her fatal ring to find." Conan who, penitent of tongue, Would now his guilt revoke. Forward, with zeal impatient iprung. And vengeful ire befpoke. « May f This apparent malice, and ingratitude of the Enchantrefs, is fully accounted for in the romance. Finn had ever been the fervant and proteftor, and of courfe, the favourite of the fair : he is fcarce ever mentioned, without fome epithet, expreffive of amiable attradion, fuch as " the majeftic — the graceful — the courteous — the gene- «• rous — the gentle — the fmiling — the blooming — fon of Comhal." He furpafled his cotemporaries as much in the manly beauty, and majeftic graces of his countenance and form, as he did in the fuperior ftrength of his arm, and the extraordinary endow- ments of his mind. Miluachra, and Aine, the two fair daughters of Guillen Cualgne, of the Dana- nian race, faw, and fell in love with him. Miluachra was jealous of her fifter's charms •, and hearing her, one day, take an oath, that ilie would never marry any man whofe hair was grey, ilie determined, if poiTible, to make this rafh vow a bar to her union with Finn. She aíTembled her friends of the Tuatha-de-danans ; and, by the power of their enchantments, they called forth a magical lake, on the fide of SHevc-Guillcn, which had the property of rendering any perfon grey-headed, who ihould enter the waters thereof. This done, fhe afTumed the form of a beautiful doe, and appeared to Finn, as already related : then followed the chafe ; but the romance gives only three days and nights to the deftrudion of the Enchantrefs's cave ; the poem gives eight. Alfo, in the romance, the magical cup, which reftored our hTO to his former ihape, endowed him, at the lame time, with added wifdom, and know- ledge. His hair, however, remained grey ; but the Enchantrefs, after acknowledging, in much confufion and terror, the reafon of the trick flic had played him, o.Tercd to leftore that alfo : this offer, we are told, he declined, chufing to continue grey ; but the reafon of his rcfufal does not appear. ( "3 ) " May never from this hill (he cry'd,) " Our homeward ileps depart, " But Guillens dearly iliall abide " Her dark and treacheroxis art !" Then our flout ihields with thongs we bound *, Our haplefs King to bear ; While each fond chieftain prefs'd around, The precious weight to iliare. North of the mount, to Guillen's cave, The alter'd form we bore ; Determin'd all her art to brave. And his loft powers reftore. Eight nights and days, without fuccefs, We tore the living tomb. Until we pierc'd the laft recefs Of the deep cavern's gloom. Q^ Then e Her name, as we have feen, was Miluachra, though flic is here called Guillen^ as being daughter to the Enehantrefs Guillen. •■ This paiTige feems to throw feme light on the fize of the Irifn ihield — It is fpoken of in the plural numher here, by which it fliould fcein that it mull have been the target ; for, otherwife, one alone would have been futhcient to have borne Finn from the field. ( "4 ) Tlien forth the i;iir Enchantrefs came, Swift iíTuing to the light, The form of grace, the beauteous dame. With charms too great for fight. A cup quite flill fhe trembhng bore To Erin's alter'd chief, That could his priftine form reftore. And heal his people's grief. He drank. — O joy ! his former grace,. His former powers return'd ; Again with beavity glow'd his face. His breaft with valour burn'd. Oh, when we faw his kindling eye With wonted luilre glow, Not all the glories of thy iky Such traniport could beftow ! The Hero of the Stately Steeds, From magic fetters free. To Finian arms, and martial deeds Thus — thus reilor'd to fee ! — Scarce ( 1^5 ) Scarce could o\ir fouls the joy fuftain !- x'vgain three fliouts we gave ; Again the badgers fled the plain, And trembling fought the cave ! Now^, Patrick of the fcanty ilore, And meager-making face ! Say, did'il thou ever hear before This xnemorable Chafe ? r -- ™aEEg au r i aHi » The words of the original are £-£1^ )trítÍD líllC boZJCljl lid lil0)lí, literally, the fiercely ruping Catarail, deaf ening fon of the heap ! This is a very beautiful R fall ( 122 ) With dearning clamour pours upon the plain. Foams o'er his echoing banks, and fecks the main. Carclefs we rang'd along the founding iliore. And heard the tumbling of the torrent's roar ; Thin was our hoft, no thought of danger nigh. When the near ocean caught our roving eye. A white fail'd boat, that fwiftly fought the iliore, On its light plank, a lovely female bore ; To meet our hoft her rapid courfe was bent, And m\ich we queftion'd on this ftrange event. Fifty brave chiefs, around their braver King. — Ah, why to mind, their deeds, their glories bring ! Since anguiih muft on bleeding memory wait. Comparing former fame with prefent fate. Alas ! with them is quench'd the hero's flame. And glory, fmce, is but an empty name ! Oh, after them, 'tis Mifery's dire decree The chiefs of thefe degenerate days to fee. Oh, fall of the river Erne, at Ballyfliannon, and the principal falmon leap in Ireland. The fcenery is extremely pifturefque ; a bold coail of perpendicular rocks is covered to the very edge with the richeil verdure, and projetts, in unequal promontories, as it opens to the fca. This falmon leap is let at 400I. a year. ( 123 ) Oh, loft companions ! once your mighty fway Made the proud princes of the earth obey; Your conq'ring powers through every region led. And wide around vidorious triumphs fpread! But to my tale.— Our wondering chiefs arofe. To fee the bark its beauteous freight difclofe : Swift glanc'd its courfe through the divided wave, And the near ftream a ready harbour gave. As morn from ocean Hfts her lov'ly light, Freih from the wave, with gentle fplendours bright; So rofe the maid, as flie approach'd the fliore. And her light bark to land its burden bore. Deck'd by foft Love with fweet attradive grace. And all the charms of mind-illumin'd face ; Before our hoft the beauteous ftranger bow'd. And, thrown to earth, her eyes their glories ihroud. Her foft falute return'd, with courteous air, Finn, by the hand of fnow, conduces the fair. Upon his left, the valiant Gaul was plac'd. And on his right, her feat the ftranger grac'd. R 2 And, ( 124 ) And, oh, to tell the charms her form array 'd I The winning fweetnefs that her face difplay'd ! On her alone ws could or think, or gaze, And our rapt fouls were loft in fweet amaze ! " Soft Mariner ! (the fon of Comhal cry'd,) " What chance has torn thee from proteélion's fide ? " Why coxn'ft thoxi here, and from what happy earth: " And whofe the noble race that gave thee birth ?" t>' " Trv;th, O great chief ! my artlefs ftory frames " A mighty King ^ my filial dxity claims. " But princely birth no fafety could beftow ; " And, royal as I am, I fly from woe. *' Long have I look'd that mighty arm to fee, " Which is alone of force to fet me free : " To Erin's far fam'd chief for aid I fly, " And on that aid my trembling hopes rely." " Say, i' This pafiage is hot tranflatcd literally, as it was difficult to know what turn to give it: the words in Irilh are 2\-( yn& JUJertll fjj '^0 ClTHn. I am the daughter of the King under W'aves : or it may be rendered, King of IVaves, or King of Coil, (in the genitive) CtTII. Literally, a wve ; but it may alfo mean fome courtry, anciently cal eil by that name; or pcfhbly it may be a metaphorical phrale, to imply either an ifland, or fome of the low countries. ( 125 ) «' Say, wherefore, lovelieíl ! art thou thus dlftreil ? « Whom do'ft thou fly ?— by whom art thou cpprefl:? « Why do'il thou feek me, o'er the rolHng fea, « And from what peril lliall I fet thee free ?" « And art thou, then, that gen'rous fon of fame, « Whofe aid the wretched, and the helplefs claim ? " O then, to me that needful aid extend ! « And, oh, thy ftrength to guard my weaknefs lend !" With foothing fpeech, the pitying King reply'd, « Fear not, fweet maid ! thy caufe to me confide. « Speak but thy forrows ! whom do'il thou accufe ? •« Who perfecutes thee, Fair One ?— who purfues ?" — « O ! I am follow'd o'er the rolling wave ! " O ! mighty Finn ! thy trembling fuppliant fave ! " The fon of Sora's ' King with wrath purfues, " The Chief of Spears, whofe arm the hoft fubdues ! « Dark t Tradition inform us, that Moh:, or (ns fome write it) Boiry Barb, was a Lufita- nian Prince, of great fame and prowcfs, but cruel, and extremely fierce, as the word borb 0- e. A»"") i'^pl'"- ^his admitted, it fellows, of courfe, that Sora (in the original, Sorda,) muft have been, anciently, the Iriih name for For- tugal. / ( 126 ) " Dark Moira-borb is his tremendous name, " And wide o'er earth extends his dreadful fame ! " From him I fly, with thefe unhappy charms, " To ihun the horror of his hateful arms ! " To one delay his fallen foul agreed, " Nor can he from his promife now recede ; " He will not force me to become his bride, " Until thy pow'r ihall in my caufe be try'd." Then fpoke my Ofgur, Erin's lovely boaft, Pride of her fame, and glory of her hoil ! With generous zeal his youthful bofom glow'd ; His fervent fpeech with rapid ardour flow'd. " Fear not (he cry'd) no power ihall force thee hence ; ," My arm, my life, O maid ! is thy defence ! " No hateful union fliall thy vows compel, " Nor ilialt thou with the dreadful Sora dwell !" Then, by his fide, the fon of Morni rofe ; Each champion equal to an hoil of foes ! Proudly they ilrode, exulting in their might, The fierce, triumphant Deities of fight ! Before ( '27 ) Before the hoíl they flood, in arms array 'd, To guard, from her approaching foe, the maid ; For now, fwift riding on the fubjecft wave, A wond'rous chief to iight his terrors gave ! In the fame path the princefs took, he came. And more than hviman feem'd his monftrous frame ; A magic fteed its giant burden bore, And fwiftly gain'd upon the trembhng iliore ! Fierce did he feem, as one in fight renown'd ; Dark on his head a gloomy helmet frown'd : Embofs'd with art, he held a inighty il^ield, And well his arm its ponderous orb could wield ! Two fpears of vicftory, on its front engrav'd. Stood threat'ning, as if every foe they brav d ! Never our eyes had fuch a fight beheld. Nor ever chief fo dreadfully excell'd ! His heavy fword, of more than monilrovis fize. Next ftruck with wonder our admiring eyes ; When, bending forward, from his mighty thigh He drew, and wav'd its maiTy weight on high ! Of Of princely fway the cloudy cliampion feeni'd, And terror from his eye imperial ilream'd ! A foul of fire was in his features feen, In his proud port, and his impetuous mien ! His wond'rous fteed was like the torrent's force ; White as its foam, and rapid as its courfe ! Proud, the defyer of our hoft he bore. And fprung with fury to the hoftile fliore. A fight like this had never met our eyes. Or ftruck our fenfes with a like furprize ; To fee a ileed thus coiu-fing on the wave. And his fierce rider thus the ocean brave ! My King, whofe arm would every peril dare, Then calm demanded of the trembling fair, " Is this the chief of whom thy terror fpoke, " Againft whofe power thou didft our aid invoke ?' " O that is he ! that is mv deadlv foe ! " Too well, alas ! his dreadful face I know ! *' O Comhal's generous fon ! I grieve for thee, " Againil thy hoil that fatal arm to fee ! He ( 129 ) " He comes ! he comes to tear his vidim hence ! " No power, alas, can now be my defence ! *' No force, no courage can that fword abide, *' And vainly will your generous aid be try'd !" While thus to Comhal's noble fon fhe fpoke. Fierce through the hoil, the foreign champion broke Í Glowing with rage, in confcious might array'd, Forward he rufli'd, and feiz'd the trembling maid ! Swift flew the fpear of Morni's wrathful fon, And to the foe unerring paiTage won : Through his pierc'd ihield the aim its fury guides, Rends its proud boíTes, and its orb divides. Impatient Oigur glow'd with ardent fire, "With raging fcorn, and with indignant ire ; ' And, darting fate from his impetuous hand. He ftretch'd the dying courfer on the ilrand ! Unhors'd, and furious for his wounded ileed, And breathing tenfold vengeance for the deed; With wrath augmented the fierce champion burn'd, And mad with rage, on his aflTailants turn'd. Dauntlefs ( J30 ) Davintlefs he ílood, vvitli haughty ire inflam'd. And loud defiance to our hoil proclaim'd : Againft us all his fingle arm he rais'd, While in his hand the dreadful faulchion blaz'd I Enrag'd, our hoils the proud defiance hear. And ruili to vengeance with a fwift career. Finn and myfelf alone our arms withhold, And wait to fee the ilrange event unfold. When lo ! amazement to our wondering eyes ! In vain each fpear with rapid fury flies ! In vain with might, the nearer fwords aflTail, No fpears can wound, no weapons can prevail. Thofe chiefs, who every foe till then excell'd, Foil'd by his force, his fingle arm repell'd. Low on the blood-ilain'd field with Ihame they lay, Bound by his hand, and vitftims of his fway ! Great Flan Mac-Morni fell beneath his fword j By valovir, friendfliip, and by fong deplor'd ! Of all the champions who his arm fuftain'd, Not one unwounded on the field remain' d. Had ( 131 ) Had not our chieft been all well arm'd for figlit, They all had funk beneath his matchlefs might ! Or had each, iingly, met his dreadful force. Each, in his turn, had fall'n a mangled corie ! Now Gaul's brave bofom burns with frantic ire, And terror flaflies from his eyes of fire ! Rending in wrath, he fprings upon the foe ! High waves his fword, and fierce defcends its blow ! Dire as when fighting elements engage. Such is the war the dreadful champions wage 1 Whoever had that fatal field beheld. He would have thought all human force excell'cL Loud was the clafh of arms that ilream'd with gore, And deep the wounds each dauntlefs bofom bore ! Broke are their fpears, and rent each mafly fhield, And ileel, and blood beftrew the deathful field ! Never again ihall two fuch chiefs contend. Nor ever courage, as did theirs, tranfcend ! So great the havock of each deadly blade ! So great the force each valiant arm difplay'd ! S 2 At ( 132 ) At length they ilack'd the fury of the fight. And vanquiili'd Sora own'd fuperior might : No more he could the fword of Gaul fuftain, But gafli'd with wovinds, he funk vipon the plain. Woe was the day in which that ilrife arofe, And dy'd with blood the harbour of his foes ! Woe to the champions of that lovely dame ! Woe to the land to which her beauty came d r The valiant Sora by the ftream we laid, And while his laft and narrow houfe we made, We on each finger plac'd a glitt'ring ring % To grace the foe, in honor of our King. Thus fell the foreign champion on our coaft, And gave a dear-bought conqueil to our hoíL The royal maid our courtefy embrac'd, And a whole year the Finian palace grac'd. Six * It is probable that this paflage alludes to fome fubfequent confequences of the death of Moira-borb. * It has not been found that any particular cuftom of antiquity is here alluded to : the paflage is trandated literally, and it appears that, by placing rings on the fingers of Moira-borb, they meant to ihew the generofity of their chief, in honouring a gallant foe. ( ^33 ) Six following months, beneatK the leeches hand, The wounds of Gaul our conftant care demand ; The valiant Gaul, unvanquiih'd in the fight, Gaul of the weapons of refiftlefs might. With Finn, the chief of princely cheer, he lay, Whofe friendly tendance eas'd the tedious day. Finn, \vho was ever to the brave a friend, Finn, who the weak would evermore defend ' ! But ' In the 6vile- Ojf 111, (Rhapfody of Oifin) we find the following beautiful cha- rader, and perfonal defcription of this celebrated hero. 2lc|tope- 0f5 O'Halloran's Hi^. Iril. vol. i. p. 275. * A copy of this poem is now in my pofleflion, and it glows with all the fire of genius; but at the fame time is debafed by fuch abfurd ImpofTibilities, that, as I could not venture to omit any part of the piece, I did not thmk it would an- fvver for tranflation. From the chara£ler given of this poem, I am tempted to fup- pofe that my copy is a corrupt and bad one ; perhaps a future day may enable me t& procure a better. ( HS ) *' was to fupprefs the formidable power of that legion. Cairbre's " life fell a facrifice to this bold attempt. " These Poems abound with all the imagery, fire, and glow- " ing defcription of the ancient Gaelic, and juftify the praifes " beftowed on Fergus. Each poem concludes with Fergus' at- " teilation of his being the author. Beiides thefe, there are, A " Panegyric on Goll, the fon of Morni'*, and another on Ofgur% " In the latter, the poet has interwoven an aniinating harangue " to the hero, who is the fubjed of it, in the battle of Gabhra." In moil of the Finian poems that I have feen, Fergus is ho- norably noticed, both for his poetical powers, and the peculiar fweetnefs of his temper and diipofition : Thus in The Chase, " Did Fergus live, again to iing, " As erft, the Fenii's fame !" Alfo in Magnus. " Mild Fergus then, his errand done, " Return'd with wonted grace ; " His mind, like the unchanging fun, " Still beaming in his face ^" The * See the fecond War Ode in this coUeéiion. * This I fuppofe is the fame with the original of the following Ode. ' Probably this extreme gentlenefs of Fergus* temper, was the reafon why he was chofen Ard-filea, or chief poet to the Fenii, though his brother Oifin was fo emi* U nently ( '46 ) The Annals or Innisfallen, and other ancient records, and poems, inform us, that the battle of Gabhra was fought in die year of our Lord 296. The caufe of this battle (as well as I can colleél from various accounts) was pretty nearly as follows: — ^The celebrated body of the Fenii had grown to a formidable degree of power, Confcious of the defence they afforded their country, and the glory they refle(5led upon it, they became overweening and info- lent, efteeming too highly of their merits, and too meanly of their rewards ; and this the more, as they perceived the Monarch difpofed to flight their fervices, and envy their fame. It would be tedious here to relate the various caufes affigned by different writers for the difcontcnts which occaiioned this bat- tle : Hiftorians, in general, lay the chief blame upon the Fenii ; and the poets, taking part with their favourite heroes, cail the whole odium upon Cairbre, then Monaich of Ireland. The fault nently diilinguiflicd for his poetical talents. Oifin, moil likely, ■would not have accepted of the laureatfhip : his high and martial fpirit would not be confined to the duties of that flation, as they would often have neceffarily withheld him from mixing in the combat, and taking a warrior's fliare in the vidlory. Tlie charafter of Fergus was much more adapted than that of Oifin, to fill the place he held, even fup- pofing the poetic powers of Oifin fuperior to thofe of his brother. — Oifin, like the Cara£tacus of the inimitable Mason, felt too much of " the hot tide " That íluílies crimfon on the confcious cheek " Of him who burns for glory !" And he would never have borne to hold the liarp, in battle, while able to wield a fword. ( 147 ) fault moil likely was mutual, and both parties ieverely fuffered for it. Cairbre himfelf was killed in the acilion, and a dreadful flaughter enfued among his troops ; but thofe of the Fenii were almoil totally deilroyed " ; for, relying upon that valour which they fondly deemed invincible, they rufhed into the field againfl odds, that madnefs alone would have encountered. In an ancient poem upon this fubjeifl, Oifm, relating the events of the battle to St. Patrick, tells him, that " few in number were the Fenii, " on that fatal day, oppofed to the united forces of the king- " dom, headed by their Monarch ! Finn and his heroes were " not there to aíTiíl them ; they were abfent on a Roman expe- " dition."' — Ofgur, the grandfon of Finn, commanded the little body that remained, and led them on to the attack ; fired with the hope of encreafing glory, and wrought up to a frenzy of valour, by the animated exhortations of his Bard, he performed prodigies, he fle^fr numbers, and Cairbre himfelf at length fell by his hand. Viilory then feemed to declare for the Fenii, till Ofgur, covered with wounds, funk upon the field. He died ; with him died the hopes of his adherents. And Epic flory gives no further account of the few who furvived the field. Several poems have been compofed upon the fubje(fl of this battle. I have never yet feen that one which is faid to have been written by Fergus ; but I have now before me two that bear the U 2 name e The Booh of Hoafh áíTirms, that they were all deilroyed, Oifm excepted ; and tiiat he li\ed till the arrival of St. Patrick, to whom he related the exploits of the Fenii, ( hS ) name of Oifin, and are poiTeiTed of coniiderable merit : I would gladly, with the following Ode, have given a tranflation of one of the many poems which this celebrated battle gave rife to ; but as I am told there are more perfedl copies extant, than thofe in my poíTeíIion, I am unwilling to give an inferior one to the public. WAR I. WAR ODE T O O S G U R. WAR ODE T O OSGUR, THE SON OF OISIN, IN THE FRONT OF THE BATTLE OF GABHRA. R ISE, might of Erin ! rife ' ! O ! Ofgur, of the generous foul ! Now, on the foe's aíloniíh'd eyes, Let thy proud enligns wave difniay ! Now let the thunder of thy battle roll. And bear the palm of ilrength and victory away ! Son of the fire, whofe ilroke is fate ", Be thou in might fupreme ! Let conqueft on thy arm await, In each coníliéling hour ! Slighc * ^ll^jé • literally, arife I — It means here, roufe thyfelf! exiri all thy powers ! *" Oifin, the father of Ofgur, was as much celebrated for his valour, as for his poetical talents. C 152 ) Slight let the force of adverfe numbers feem, Till, o'er their proilrate ranks, thy iliouting fquadrons pour ! O hear the voice of lofty fong !— Obey the Bard ! Stop — flop M'Garaidh ' ! check his pride, And ruih refiftlefs on each regal foe ! Thin their proud ranks, and give the fmoaking tide Of hoftile blood to flovsr ! Mark where Mac-Cormac ^ pours along !— Rufli on — retard His haughty progrefs ! — let thy might Rife, in the deathful fight, O'er thy prime foe fupreme, And let the flream. Of valour flovv, Until thy brandifli'd fword Shall humble ev'ry haughty foe, And juftice be reftor'd ■=. Son ' This fon of Garaidh was then King of' Connaught, and he led a chofen band to the battle of Gabhra. •i Cairbre, Monarch of Ireland; he Was fon to Cormac, the preceding Monarch, and it was in his quarrel that the allied Princes were aíTembled in this day's battle, againft the little band of the Fenii. He was alfo nearly related to the chiefs of the party he oppofed, his fifter having been the wife of Finn-Mac-Cumhal. • Injuftice was the complaint, and the caufc of quarrel, aíTigned both by the liing's forces, and the Fenii : Tie Booh of Hoath has preferved a fpecch of Ofgur's on this ( '53 ) Son of the King of fpotlefs fame ^ Whofe adions fill the world ! Like his, thy ilory and thy name Shall fire heroick fong, And, with the prowefs of this day, the lofty ilrain prolong I Shall tell how oft, in Cabhra's plain, Thy dreadful fpear was hurl'd ■"' : Kow high it heap'd the field with flain,. How wide its carnage fpread, Till gorg'd iipon the human feait, the glutted ravens fed. X Refiillefs this occafion ; probably juft as authentic as mofl other fpeeches of the kind, that hiftory gravely tells us have been fpoken at fuch times. It fets forth the grofs in- juftice and ingratitude with which they had been treated by the Monarch ; and that they only fought to maintain thofe privileges which they had honorably won, and which were granted to their anceftors by thofe fiithlefs Princes, now in arms againlt them. That they and their predeceilbrs had been the guardians of the nation, pro- telling its Iiarbours, and repelling its invaders -, and alfo increafing its glory by the fplendour of foreign conquefts, and the rich trophies of foreign tributes to its power ; but that now, after fo many battles fought, and fo many honors and advantages derived to the Monarch by their valour, he wifhed to acquit himfelf of the obli- gation, by putting his benefadlors to the fword, or baniihing them for ever from the land. ^ It is uncertain, here, whai King the poet means, whether the father, or the grandfather of his hero ; either of them might have been called Krng by the Bard, as the word R'gh is frequently made ufe of for any great commander, or military fove- reign -, and Ofgur might have been ftiledye» to either, becaufe Mac (fon) fignifies alfo grandfon, and often only a defcendanU 2 The poets tell us of an incredible (laughter, made in this battle by the fword ot Ofgur: the brave and fierce Mac-Garaidh, King of Connau^ht, of the tribe of Morni, and Cairbre, Monarch of Ireland, befidcs numbers of inferior chieftains, feli by his fingle arm. ( 154 ) Refilllefs as the fpirit of the night, In ftorms and terrors dreil, Withering the force of ev'ry hoilile breaft, Rulla on-the ranks of fight ! — Youth of fierce deeds, and noble foul ! Rend — fcatter wide the foe ! — Swift forward ruih, — and lay the waving pride Of yon high enfigns low ! Thine be the battle ! — thine the fway ! — On — on to Cairbre hew thy conqiiering way, And let thy deathful arm daili fafety from his fide i As the proud wave, on whofe broad back The ftorm its burden heaves ^ Drives on the fcatter'd wreck Its ruin leaves ; So let thy fweeping progrefs roll, Fierce, refiillefs, rapid, ilrong, Pour, like the billow of the flood, o'erwhelming might along ! From king to king ', let death thy ileps await, Thou meflenger of fate, Whofe awful mandate thou art chofen to bear : Take " It is impoffible that tlie utmoil ftretch of human imagination and genius could ftart an image of greater fublimity than this ! — Had Fergus never given any further proof of his talents than what is exhibited in the ode now before us, this ftanza alone had been fufficieut to have rendered his name immortal ! ' The monarch, and the provincial kings, who were united againil the Fenli. ( '55 ) Take no vain truce, no refpite yield, 'Till thine be the contefted field ; O thou, of champion'd fame the royal heir ! Pierce the proud fquadrons of the foe, And o'er their flaughter'd heaps triumphant rife ! Oh, in fierce charms, and lovely might array 'd ! Bright, in the front of battle, wave thy blade ! Oh, let thy fury rife upon my voice ! Ruih on, and glorying in thy ilrength rejoice ! Mark where yon bloody enfign flies ^ ! Ruih !— feize it '.—lay its haughty triumphs low ! Wide around thy carnage fpread ! Heavy be the heaps of dead ! Roll on thy rapid might. Thou roaring fliream of prowefs in the fight! What tho' Finn be diftant far ', Art thou not thyjelf a war ? — X 2 Vidory " The taking of the enemy's ftandard was, we find, an objea of great Importance ; for we fee the bard repeatedly point it out in the battle, and urge his hero to the capture of it. The ftriking of a ftandard among the Iriih troops was in general a token of defeat. See O'Hali.oran.— " The duty of the hereditary ilandard-bearer '« was, to preferve the royal banner ; to be amongft the foremoft of the troops in « aftion, and in the rear on a retreat ; for the troops had ever their eye on the " iland:;rd, and when the prince was killed (for their princes feldom furvived a « defeat) the ftandard was ftruck, which was the fignal for a retreat." Thus, had Ofgui been .ible to feize upon the enemy's banner, they might liave miftaken its dil- appearing for the ufual fignal, and fo been thrown into confufion. ' Finn, at the time of this battle, was abfent on a Roman expedition, and Cairbrc took advantage of this circumftance, to haften the iflue of the conteft. A beautiful and ( '56 ) Viclory fliall be all thy own, And this day's glory thine, and thine alone ! Be thou the foremoil of thy race in fame ! So fliall the bard exalt thy deathlefs name ! So fliall thy fword, fupreme o'er numbers, rife, And vanquifli'd Tamor's "" groans afcend the flcies ! Tho' and mod nfiecting poem (afcribed to Oifin) on this fubjeft, informs us, that Finn, with his troops, returned on the eve of the battle, and that he arrived juft time enough to take a laft adieu of his dying grandfon. Their meeting is defcribed, and is deeply pathetic. The poet alfo adds, that " Finn never after was known to «« fmile : Peace, after that, had no fweets, nor war any triumphs that could rellore " joy to his breaft, or raife one wiih for ambition or for glory, even thougli the " empire of Heaven itfelf were to be won by his arm, or were offered to his ac- *' ceptance !" " Tamor, or Teamor, the royal feat of the monarch of Ireland. " Its chief " court, (fays O'Conor) was three hundred feet in length, thirty in height, and " fifty in breadth. It had accefs by fourteen doors, which opened on their feveral *« apartments, fitted up for the kings and deputies of each province : The royal feat «« was eredled in the middle of the houfe, where the monarch fat in ftate, with his " JJlonti, or imperial cap on his head. The kings of the two Munfters took their « feats on his left ; thofe of Uliter, on his right ; the king of Leiniler, in his «< front; and the king of Connaught, together with the Ollamhain, behind the « throne. The particular reafons for fuch a difpofition are not fet down in any " MSS. come to our liands. " This high court of convention was furrounded by four other large houfes, fitted " up for the lodging and accommodation of the feveral provincial kings and deputies, " during the feffion ; clofe to thefe were other houfes ; one for itate prifoners, ano- " ther for Fileas, and another for the princelTes, and the women who attended at *< court. " Teamor was the royal feat of the kings of Ireland, and the principal court of " legiflation, from the days of OUamh Fodla, down to the reign of Dermod INIac Cervaill ; Tlio' unequal be the fight, Tho' unnumber'd be the foe ", No thought on fear, or on defeat beilow, For conqueft waits to crown thy caufe, and thy fuccefsful might ! Ruih, therefore, on, amid the battle's rage. Where fierce contending kings engage. And powerleis lay thy proud opponents low ! O lovely warrior ! Form of grace, Be not difmay'd"! Friend of the Bards ! think on thy valiant race ! O thou whom none in vain implore, Whofe " Cervaill ; fo that the Fees of Teamor continued, from time to time, through a «' feries of more than eleven hundred years." Dijfertatiom on the Hi/1, of Ireland, p. io8. The fear of extending tliis note to too great a length has obliged me, though reluctantly, to give only extracts from Mr. O'Conor's defcription. For a more enlarged account of this celebrated palace, fee CoUeSlanea, vol. i. " The Fenii were greatly out-numbered in this battle. In another poem on the fubjeit, attributed to Oifin, and addrelTed to St. Patrick, we find this paflage. »' There was Cairbre Liffecar, at the head of Erin's mighty holla, marching againft " our forces, to the field of Gabhra, the battle of fatal flrokes ! There was alfo " Mac Garaidh, and a tlioufand champions, ailembkd againft the powers of my " fon : — Nine battalions alfo from Ulfter, and the Munfter troops, againft our «< Leinfter legion ; befides the king of Connaught, and his valiant bands, who joined *' with the monarch againft us, in that day's engagement. Unfair, and unequal was " that divifion of our forces, for fmall was the band of the Fenii." ° Here it appears that Ofgur begins for a moment to yield ; but quickly after, animated, ami renovated by the exiiortations of his bard, we find him again dealing death around. ' '^'J-^-ic::^ . ( '58 ) Whofe foul by fear was never fway'd, Now let the battle round thy eniigns roar ! Wide the vengeful ruin fpread ! Heap the groaning field with dead ! Furious be thy griding fword, Death with every ftroke defcend ! Thou to whofe fame earth can no match afford ; That fame which ihall thro' time, as thro' the world, extend I Shower thy might upon the foe ! Lay their pride, in Gabhra, low ! Thine be the fway of this contefted field t To thee for aid the Fenii fly " ; On that brave arm thy country's hopes rely. From every foe thy native land to ihield 1 Afpedl of beaxity ! pride of praife ! Summit of heroic fame ! O theme of Erin ! youth of matchlefs deeds ? Think on thy wrongs ! now, now let vengeance raife Thy valiant arm ! — and let deftrudion flame, Till » The Irifli in general were frequently called Femnns, or Pheniaiis, from their great ancefter Phcmus Far/a, or, perhaps, in allufion to their Phcenician delcent. But the Leinfter legions proudly arrogated that name entirely to themfelves, and called their celebrated body, exclufively, Femi, or Fiona Eireann. ( 159 ) 'Till low beneath thy fword each chief of Uliler lies ! O prince of numerous hoils, and bounding ileeds ! Raife thy red iliield, with tenfold force endu'd ! Foriiike not the fam'd path thy fathers " have purfu'd ! But let, with theirs, thy equal honours rife i Hark ! — Anguiili groans ! — the battle bleeds Before thy fpear ! — its flight is death ! — Now, o'er the heath, The foe recedes ! And wide the hoftile crimfon flows ! — See how it dyes thy deathful blade ! — See, in difmay, each routed fquadron flies ! Now ! — now thy havoc thins the ranks of fight, And fcatters o'er the field thy foes ! — O fl;ill be thy encreafing force difplay'd ! Slack not the noble ardour of thy might ! Purfue — purfxie with death their flight ! — Rife, arm of Erin ! — Rife ! — ' All of the tribe of Boifhne were particularly famed for prowefs, and celebrated by our ancient poets. ir. ODE T O G U L. ( '63 ) ADVERTISEMENT. TO throiv light on the fubjeB of the following Ode, I have endea- voured, in vain, to procure a copy of the legend of 6fm)5ci-M bfrtg ilct b'ttln'iu^ne-, mentioned in Mr. Walker's Iriili Bards; /;/ which, he fays, is related the " celebrated contention for precedence betivcen *' Finn and Gaul, near Finn'j- palace at Almhain. The attending " Bards, (continues he) obferving the engagement to grow very '■'■ farp, were apprehenfive of the confequences, and determined, if " P^Jpl^l^') to caufe a cejjation of hojiilities. To effeB this, they fhook " The Chain of Silence, and flung themfelvcs among the ranks, ex- " tolling the fiveets of peace, and the atchievements of the combatants' " ancejlors. Immediately both parties, layifig down their arms, li/lened, " with mute attention, to the harmonious lays of their Bards, and in " the end rewarded them with precious gifts "." 1 regret much that I have never fccn this legend, and therefore can only conje5lurc that the Ode before us was compofed, or rather recited, extempore, upon the fame occafion. There is frequent mention made, in our romances and poems, of a memorable contefl betivcen the rival tribes of Morni a}id Boiihne, of which Gaul and Finn were the leaders ; and that, by the mediation of the Bards, it was finally concluded in peace : but I have never feen any particular account of the difpute, or defcription of the combat : nor been able to obtain any further informa- tion upon thefubjeEl, than the little I have here given to the public. ^ Hijl. Man. Iri/lj Bards, p. 44. The legend here alluded to is not in the poiTeflion of Mr. Walker ; if it was, his politenefs and public fpirit would not have fullered him to rcfufe it. Y 2 ODE T O GAUL, THE SON OF MORN I. -mniUijUlJ i' i^f MJ itJ fltajm JlI I G H-minded Gaul, whofe daring foul Stoops not to our Chief's ' controul ! Champion of the navy's pride ^" ! Mighty ruler of the tide ! Rider of the ftormy wave, Hoftile nations to enflave " ! Shield * Finn Mac-Cumhal, then general of the Irifli militia. ■" " Befides their ftanding armies, we find the Irifli kept up a conliderahle naval " force, whereby, from time to time, they poured troops into Britain and Gaul, " which countries they long kept under contribution. To this, however, many " objections have been made ; as if a people who invaded Ireland in thirty large " fliips could ever be condemned to make ufe of noevogs, and currachs ! — Their " migrations from Egypt to Greece, and from thence to Spain, have alfo been " doubted, from the fuppofed difficulty of procuring ihipping ; whilit at the fame " period of time no objedlions have been made to. the accounts of the Phoenicians, " the ( i66 ) Shield of freedom's glorious boail ! Head of her unconquer'd hoil ! Ardent fon of Morni's might ! Terror of the fields of fight ! Long renown'd and dreadful name ! Hero of aufpicious fame ! Champion, in our caufe to arm ! Tongue, with eloquence to charm ! With depth of fenfe, and reach of manly thovight ; With every grace, and every beaixty fraught ! Girt with heroic might, When glory, and thy country call to arms, Thou go'il to mingle in the loud alarms, And lead the rage of fight ! Thine, hero ! thine the princely fway Of each conílióling hour ; Thine " the Tyrians, and, after them, the Greeks, having very confiderable fleets, and mak- " ing very diftant fettlements." O'lAh-Ly.. hitrod. to the lUJl. and Antlq. of Ireland^ p. 125. The fame learned author proceeds to bring forward fuch proofs of the naval power of our early anceftors, as muft do away every doubt, in minds of any reafon or can- dour ; but a quotation of them at large would exceed the limits of a note ; my readers are therefore referred to the valuable work from which the above is taken. In many parts of Colonel Vallancey's ineflimable ColkElanea, they may alfo find proofs of the knowledge of the early Irifli in naval affairs : — indeed, the aftoniftiing number of names (no lefs than between forty and fifty) for a ihip, in the Iriih language, appears to give ground for concluding that there muft have been fame degree of proportionable variety in their ilrudurc. ( '6/ ) Thine ev'ry bright endowment to difplay, The fmile of beauty, and the arm of pow'r ! Science, beneath our hero's fliade, Exults, in all her patron's gifts array'd : Her Chief, the foul of every fighting field ! The arm, — the heart, alike unknown to yield ! Hear, O Finn ! thy people's voice ! Trembling on our hills ■* we plead ; O let our fears to peace incline thy choice ! Divide the fpoil % and give the hero's meed ! For bright and various is his wide renown, And war and fcience weave his glorious crown ! Did all the hofts of all the earth unite. From pole to pole, from wave to wave. Exulting ^ This alludes to a cuftom which prevailed, amongft the early Iriih, of holding all their public meetings, and frequently their fealls, on the tops of lofty eminences. In the few prefatory lines, annexed to this ode, I have hazarded a conjedure that it was one of the extemporaneous compofitions, fo celebrated in the romance of 6)1U)5á.tl be-8s ) God of the winds ! O hear my pray'r ! Safe paiTage now beilow ! Soft, o'er the flumbering deep, may fair And profperous breezes flow ! O'er the rough rock, and fwelling wave. Do thou our progrefs guide ! Do thou from angry ocean fave, And o'er its rage prefide. . Speed my good ihip, along the rolling fea, O Heaven ! and fmiling ilcies, and favouring gales' decree ! Speed the high-mailed iliip of dauntlefs force, Swift in her glittering flight, and founding courfe ! Stately moving on the main, Forefl of the azure plain ! Faithful to confided truft. To her promis'd glory jufl ; Deadly in the flrife of war, Rich in ev'ry gift of peace, Swift from afar, In peril's fearful hour, Mighty in force, and bounteous in her power. She comes, kind aid ihe lends. She frees her fupplicating friends, And fear before her flies, and dangers ceafe ! B b Hear, ( i86 ) Hear, blefl: Heaven ! my ardent pray'r ! My ihip — my crew — O take us to tLy care ! O may no peril bar our way ! Fair blow the gales of each propitious day ! So) t fwell the lioods, and gently roll the tides, While, from Dunboy, along the fmiling main We fail, until the deitined coaft we gain. And fafe in port our gallant veiTel rides ! ELEGIES, Bb 3 A ( -89 ) ADVERTISEMENT. OF the Iri/Jj tl^dJiiZJllct, or Funeral Elegy, / have been able to procure but few good originals ; hotvevcr^ there are^ donhtlcfs^ many of them Jim extant ; as alfo^ many other beautiful compoftions of our ancient country-men^ "which I have never feen. The Irifh language^ perhaps beyond all others^ is peculiarly fated to every fubjeB of Elegy ; and, accordingly, ive fnd it excel in plaintive and fentimental poetry. The Love Elegies of the Irifj are exquifitely pathetic, and breathe an artlefs tendernefs, that is infnitcly more affcSling than all the laboured pomp of declamatory ivoe. The public are here prcfented with a few fpecimens of both kinds. To the following, on the Daughter of Owen, the foremof place is affigned, becaufe (though without a date) it bears the appearance of belonging to an earlier period than any other rf the Elegies contained in this volume. The original of it is in the hands of Mr. O'Flanagan, who has in vain endeavoured to procure fome anecdotes of the author, and of the fair fubjeB : that it was wrillen by a poet of the name of O'Geran, is all that can be colle£led from enquiry. In the Irifo, it is o?ie of the mofi beautiful compoftions I have ever feen : it is, of all my originals, the one I mof wified to give in its ex- prefions, as well as its thoughts, to the Englif reader ; but in this, notwithfanding all my efforts, lam confcicus that I have failed. Either ( 19° ) Either 1 am very unhappy in my choice of words ^ or it is next to int- pojfihle to convey thefpirit of this poem into a literal tranfation ; / tricd^ to the utmojl my power ^ but^ to my extreme regret^ I found myfclf une- qual to the tiifky though I chofe an irregular meafure, that I might be more at liberty to adhere clofely to the expreffions of my original^ nvhich are comprehenfve, andfriking^ beyond the power of any one to con- ceive, who is unacquainted with the genius of the Irfh language. In fome paffages, a fingle word conveys the meaning and force of a fen- tcnce ; it was, therefore, iinpoffible to tranfate it without periphrafts, and, of CGurfe, many of its native graces are lo/l : I fall be mq/l happy to fee fome abler pen rc/lore them, as I really lament ftncerely my inabi- lity to do all th-e ji.Jlice I wijhed, to that tender fimpUcity, and thofe he dutiful exprcjfions, which I read withfo much delight. Determined, however, to give the Poem, in the bejl manner I could, to the public, I have conveyed its thoughts into the following verfion ; and, for thofe pajfages wherein the language is thought to be too diffufe, I rely on the candour of my readers to accept of this apology. In the original there are fome repetitions, and alfo a few entire lines, which are not given in the Englif verfion. I apprehended it might, otberwife, be too long, and have therefore omitted what I thought could brf he fpared. I. E L E G TO THE DAUGHTER of OWEN. Daughter of Owen ! behold my grief! Look foft pity's dear relief ! Oh ! let the beams of thofe life-giving eyes Bid my fainting heart arife, And, from the now opening grave, Thy faithful lover fave ! Snatch from death his dire decree ! What is impoffible to thee ? Star of my life's foul-cheering light ! Beam of mildnefs, foft as bright ! Do not, like others of thy fex. Delight the wounded heart to vex ! But ( ^92 ) But hear, O hear thy lover's fighs, And with true pity, hither turn thine eyes 1 Still, tho' wailed with defpair. And pale with pining care. Still, O foft maid ! this form may meet thy fight. No objeél yet of horror, or affright. Long unregarded have I figh'd, Love's foft return deny'd ! No mutual heart, no faithful fair, No fympathy to foothe my care ! O thou, to every bofom dear ! Univerfal charmer ! — hear ! — No more fweet pity's gentle power withiland Í Reach the dear foftnefs of thy hand ! O let it be the beauteous pledge of peace, To blefs my love, and bid my forrows ceafe ! Hafte, haile ! — no more the kind relief delay I Come, fpeak, and look, and fmile my woes away ! O haile, e'er pity be too late ! Haile, and intercept my fate ! Or foon behold life, love, and forrow end, And fee me to an early tomb defcend ! — For, ah, what med'ciiae can my cure impart, Or what phyfician heal a broken heart ? 'Tis ( ^93 ) 'Tis thine alone the fovereign bahn to give, Bind the foul's wound, and bid the dying live ! 'Tis thine, of right, my anguifli to aifuage, If love can move, or gratitude engage ! For thee alone, all others I forfake 1 For thee alone, my cares, my wiihes wake, O locks of Beauty's bright redundant flow, Where waving ioftnefs, curling fragrance grow Í Thine is the fway of foul-fubduing charms. That every breaft of all defence difarms ! With thee my will, enamour'd, hugs its chain, And Love's dear ardours own thy potent reign f Take then the heart my conilant paffion gave, Cheriih its faith, and from its anguiih fave !' Take the poor trembler to thy gentle breaft, And huih its fears, and foothe its cares to reft ! For all I have, in timid filence borne, For all the pangs that have this bofom torn. Speak now the word, and heal my pain. Nor be my fufferings vain ! For now, on life itfelf their anguiih preys, And heavy on my heart the burden weighs ! O firft, and faireft of thy fex ! Thou whofe bright form the fun of beauty decks ! C c Gnce ( 194 ) Once more let Love that gentle bofom fway, O give the dear enchantment way ! Raife, — fondly raife thofe fnowy arms, Thovi branch of blooming charms ! Again for me thy fragrance breathe. And thy fair tendrils round me wreath ! Again be foft affe6lion's pow'r difplay'd, While fweetly wand'ring in the fecret ihade : Reach forth thy lip, — the honey 'd kifs beftow ! Reach forth thy lip, where balmy odours grow ! Thy lip, whofe founds fuch rapture can impart, Whofe words of fweetnefs iink into the heart ! Again, at gentle Love's command, Reach forth thy fnowy hand ! Soft into mine its whitenefs ileal, And its dear preifure let me feel ! Unveil the baihful radiance of thine eyes, (Bright trembling gems !) and let me fee them rife. Lift the fair lids where their foft glories roll, And fend their fecret glances to my foul ! O what delight, thus hand in hand to rove ! To breathe fond vows of mutual love ! To fee thee fweet affection's balm impart. And fmile to health my almoft broken heart ! Ah ! let me give the dear idea fcope ! Ah ! check not yet the fondly-trembling hope ! — Spent ( '95 ) Spent is the rock by which my life was fed. And fpun by anguiili to a iightlefs diread ! A little more, — and all in death will end, And fruitlefs pity o'er my grave will bend ! When I am dead, ihim thou my cruel fate. Left equal harms on equal perils wait. Hear my laft words, their fond, requeft declare, For even in death, thy fafety is my care ! No more, O maid ! thy poliih'd glafs invite, To give that fatal beauty to thy fight ! Enough one life its dangers to inthrall ! Enough that I its haplefs vidim fall ! — O thou, more bright, more cheering to our eyes. Than the young beams that warm the dawning ikies !; Haft thou not heard the weeping mufe relate The mournful tale of yoving NarciiTus' fate ? — How, as the Bards of ancient days have fung, While fondly o'er the glafty ftream he hting, Enamour'd he his lovely form furvey'd. And dy'd, at lengtli, the vi6lim of a Ihade^ Sweet! do not thou a like misfortime prove! O be not fuch thy fate, nor fuch thy love ! Let peril rather warn, and wifdom guide. And from thyfelf thy own attradions hide ! C C 2 i«fe ( '95 ) No more on that bewitching beauty gaze, Nor trufl thy fight to meet its dazzling blaze ! Hide, hide that breafb, ib fjaowy fair ! Hide the bright treíTes of thy hair ! And oh ! thofe eyes of radiant ruin hide ! What heart their killing luflre can abide ? Slow while their foft and tender glances roll, They ileal its peace from the unwary foul ! Hide the twin berries of thy lip's perfume, Their breathing fragrance, and their deepening bloom And thofe fair cheeks, that glow like radiant morn, When fol's bright rays his bluihing eail adorn ! No more to thy incautious fight difplay'd. Be that dear form, in tender grace array'd ! The rofy finger's tap'ring charms ; The flender hand, the fnowy arms ; The little foot, fo foft and fair ; The timid ftep, the modeil air ; No more their graces let thine eyes purfue. But hide, O hide the peril from thy view ! This done, — in fafety may'il thou reft, And peace poifefs thy breaft. For who can with thy charms compare, And who but thee is worth a care ? — O ! from ( 157 ) O ! from thyfelf thine eyes, thy heart proted, And none befide, thy quiet can afFeit. For thee, while all the youths of Erin figh, And, ftruck beneath thine eye-beam, die ; Still peace within thy bofoin reigns, Unfelt by thee their pains ! O graceful meeknefs ! ever new delight ! Sweet bafhful charm of captivated fight ! Why, while my heart (fond fubjed !) blefs'd thy fway, Why did'ft thou ileal its vital foul away ? Ah ! with the theft the life of life is fled, And leaves me almoil number'd with the dead ! While thus, in vain, my anguiih I bewail, Thy peace no fears aíTail ; None in my haplefs caufe will move ; Each partial heart is fetter'd to thy love ! Thou whofe fair hand bids the foft harp complain, Flies o'er the firing, and wakes the tender ilrain. Wilt thou not fome — fome kind return impart, For my loft quiet, and my plunder'd heart ? O thou dear angel-fmiling face ! Fair form of fafcinating grace ! Bright ( '9» ) Bright as the gentle moon's foft fplendonrs rife, To light her ileps of beauty through the ikies ! O turn ! — on me thofe tender glances roll, And dart their cheering luilre on my foul ! Be dear compailion in their beams expreft, And heal with love the forrows of my breail ! ( 199 ) ADVERTISEMENT. THE original of the following pathetic little elegy ^ was taken down from the di&ation of a young woman^ in the county of Mayo, by Mr. O'Flanagan, who was Jlruck with the tender and beautiful fimplicity which it breathes. No account can be obtained^ either of the writer^ or of the period in which it laas written. This elegy was tranfated longftnce^ without any view to publication^ and the language isy therefore^ rather more d'ffufe^ than that of my other trajifations. II. ELEGY. W HEN oaths confirm a lover's vow, He thinks I bcHeve him true i — Nor oaths, nor lovers heed I now, For memory dweUs on you ! The tender talk, the face like fnow On the dark mountain's height ; Or the fweet bloflbm of the floe. Fair blooming to the fight ! But falfe as fair, alas, you prove, Nor aught but fortune prize ; The youth who gain'd my heart's firil love. From truth — to wealth he flies 1 Ah ( 201 ) Ah that he could but ilill deceire, And I ftill think him true ! Still fondly, as at firft, believe, And each dear fcene renew ! Again, in the fequeiler'd vale, Hear love's fvpeet accents flow, And quite forget the tender tale, That fill'd my heart with woe ! See this dear trifle,— (kept to prove How I the giver prize ;) More precious to my faithful love, Than all thy fex's fighs ! What tears for thee in fecret flow, Sweet viilor of the green ! — For maiden pride would veil my woe, And feek to weep unfeen. Return ye days to love confign'd^ Fond confidence, and joy ! The crouded fair, where tokens kind The lover's cares employ ! D d Return ( 202 ) Remrn once more, mine eyes to blefs, Thou flower of Erin's youth ! Return fweet proofs of tendernefs, And vows of endlefs truth ! And Hymen at Love's altar iland, To fandify the fhrine, Join the fond heart, and phghted hand. And make thee firmly mine, Ere envious ocean fnatch thee hence. And — Oh ! — to diftance bear My love ! — my comfort ! — my defence !• And leave me — to defpair ! Yes, — yes, my only love thou art ! "Whoe'er it may difpleafe, I will avow my captive heart, And fpeak its mailer's praife ! Ah, wert thou here, to grace my fide With dear, protedling love ! Envy might rage, and fpight deride, And friends in vain reprove ! May ( 203 ) May pangs unnumber'd pierce the breail That cruel envy arms. That joys in conilancy diftrefs'd. And fports with its alarms ! Bright ftar of love-attradling light ! For thee thefe terrors fway ; Grief fteeps in tears the fleeplefs night, And clouds the joylefs day ! Ah God ! — ah how, when thou art gone. Shall comfort reach my heart ! Thy dwelling, and thy fate unknown, Or where tliy ileps depart ! My father grieving at my choice ! My mother drown'd in woe ! While friends upbraid, and foes rejoice To fee my forrows flow ! And thou, with all thy manly charms, From this fad bofom torn ! Thy foothing voice, — thy iheltering arms, Far — far to di fiance borne ! "D d 2 Alas! ( 204 ) Alas ! — my dim and fleeplefs eyes The clouds of death obfcure ! And nature, in exhaufted iighs, No longer can endure ! I can no more ! — fad world farewell ! And thou, dear youth ! adieu ! Dear, tho' forfworn ! — yet, cruel ! tell Why falihood dwells with you ? ( 205 ) ADVERTISEMENT. THE following Elegy was written, tiearly a century ago, by a very celebrated perfonage, of the name of Edmond Ryan, concerning whom many flories are fill circulated, but no conneBed account has been ob- tained, further than that he commanded a company of thofe unhappy free hooters, called Rapparees, who, after the defeat of the Poyne, were obliged to abandon their dwellings and poffeffions, " hoping (fays Mr. O'Halloran) " for fafety within the precinEts of the Iriih qtiar- *' ters ; hut they were too numerous to be employed in the army, and *' their mf cries often obliged them to prey alike upon friend and foe : " at length fome of the mof daring of them formed themf elves into in- " dependent companies, whofe fubfflence chiefly arofe from depredations *• committed on the enemy. " // ivas not choice, but neceffity, that drove them to this extreme ; " / have heard ancient people, who were witneffes to the calamities of *' thefe days, affirm, that they remembered vqjl numbers of thefe poor *' Ulfer Irifh, men, -women and children, to have no other beds but " the ridges of potatoe-gardens, and little other covering than the *' canopy of heaven ; they difperfed themfclves over the counties of " Limerick, Clare and Kerry ; and the hardnefs of the times at length *' fhut up all bowels of humanity, fo that mof f them perifoed by *' the fword, cold, or famine * /'' ^rom. O'HalloranV ////. to the Hiji. and Ant. of Ireland, p. 382. ( 206 ) From pajfages in this Elegy, ive may infer ^ that, to the misfortunes of its author alone ^ the defertion of his miflrefs -was owing ; but I have not been able to difcover the name of this fair inconjlant. After the tranfation was tnade from the copy frjl obtained of this pathetic little poem^ a friend tranfmitted to mc the following fanz-as^ as a part of the original Elegy. — They appeared well entitled to prefer^ vation^ and are here given to the public^ who may admit or reject them at pleafure. K fci-'?^ f^ctfib gvtc in S ) " He was now employed in relating legendary tales, and reciting geneologies, ' at rural wakes, or in the hofpitable halls of country /quires. Endowed ' with a fweet voice, and a good ear, his nan ations were generally graced ' with the charms of melody ; (l fay were generally graced, becaufe at his ' age, ' nature Jinks in years,' and we fpeak of the jnan, with refpeél to his ' powers, as if aBually a tenant of the grave.) He did not, like the Tale ' Teller mentioned by Sir William Temple, chaunt his tales in an uninter- ' rupted even-tone ; the monotony of his modulation was frequently broken by ' cadences, introduced with tajie, at the clofe of each Jianza. In rehearfing ' any of Oifm'i poems (fays Mr. Oulley) he chaunts them pretty much in the ** manner of Cathedral Service. " But it was in finging fome of our native airs that Cormac difplayed the *' powers of his voice ; on this occafion his auditors were always enraptured. *' / have been affured that no finger ever did Carolan'j airs, or Oifin'j cek' ** hrated Hunting Song, more jujiice than Cormac. *' Cormac'j mufical powers were not confined to his voice ; he compofed a " few airs, one of which is extremely fweet. It is to be feared that thofe " mufical effufions will die with their author. " But it was in poetry Cormac delighted to exercife his genius ; he has compofed feveral fongs and elegies that have met with applaufe. As his mufe was generally awakened by the call of gratitude, his poetical produc- tions are mojlly panegyrical, or elegiac ' ; they extol the living, or lament the dead. Sometimes he indulged in fatire, but not often, though richly endued with that dangerous gift. " Cormac ' I have never been fo fortunate as to meet with any of Cormac's compofitions, except the following elegy. ( 2>6 ) " Cormac was twice married, but is tioiv a wiJotver. By both his « wives he had fever al children ; he now refidcs at Sorrell-town, near " Dunmore, in the county of Galway, with one of his daughters, who is " happily married. Though his utterance is materially injured by dental " loffes, and though his voice is impaired by age, yet he continues to pradife " his profejfwn : fo feldom are we fenfible of our imperfeilions. It is probable " that where he was once admired, he is now only endured. One of his ^'-grandfons leads him about to the houfes of the neighbouring gentry, who " give him money, diet, and fometimes clothes. His apparel is commonly " decent, and comfortable, but he is not rich, nor does he feeni folicitous about " wealth : his perfon is large and mufcular, and his moral character is " unflained." IV. E L E G ON THE DEATH OF JOHN BURKE CARRENTRYLE, Esq.* jL ES, Erin, for her Burke, a wreath ihall twine, And Britain own the honors of his name ! O hence with taftelefs joy ! — with mirth and wine ! All thoughts, but thofe of woe, I now difclaim ! Ye fons of fcience ! — fee your friend depart ! Ye fons of fong ! — your patron is no more ! Ye widow'd virtues ! (cherilh'd in his heart, And wedded to his foul) your lofs deplore ! / F f Grief ^ " This gentleman (fays Mr. Walker) was pre-eminent in his day, as a fportf- " man, and in his private charadtcr there were many amiable traits." — Hi/}. Mem. cf the IriJIj Bards, App. p. 58. ( 2iS ) Grief Iheds its gloom on eveiy nobie biieall, And ftreaming tears his worth, — his death proclaim, Gen'rous and brave ! with every virtue bleft ! Flow'r of the tribes of honorable fame ! Alas ! to the cold grave he now is borne ! No more to wake the huntfman to the chafe ; No more, with early fports, to roxize the morn, Or lead the fprightly coiirfer to the race. The learn'd, and eloquent in honor's caufe ! Of foul enlighten'd, and of fame xmilain'd ! The friend of juilice,^— to expovmd our laws. Or yield the palm, by fong or fcience gain'd ! O death ! — iince thou hafl laid our glory low ; Since oul" lov'd Burke, alas ! is now no more ; What blifs can now each riiing morn beftow ; The race, the chafe, and every joy is o'er ! O grave ! — thy debt, thy cruel debt is paid ! No more on earth fhall his fair virtues bloom ! Death 1 thou hail hewn the branch of grateful fliade, And laid its fragrant honors in the tomb ! Sublime ( 219 ) Sublime his foul ! — yet gentle was his heart ; His rural fports, his gay convivial hour Avow'd each elegant, each fecial art ; Each manly grace, and each attradlive power. Friend of the friendlefs, patron of diftrefs ; Al^, none, like him, the poor man's caufe would plead ! "With fweet perfuafion to enfure fuccefs. Or foothe his forrows, or lupply his need! O tomb that íhroudeíl his belov'd remains ! O death, that didil our deareil hope deftroy ! Thy dreary confine all our blifs contains. And thy cold gates are clos'd upon our joy i Who, now, will to the race the courfer train ? Who gain, for Connaught, the difputed prize ? From rival provinces the palm obtain ? — Alas ! with him our fame, our triumph dies ! Our light is quench'd, our glory pafs'd away, Our Burke fnatch'd from us, never to return, Whofe name bright honor's fairefl gifts array. And fcience hangs her wreath upon his urn. F f 2 Eternal ( 220 ) Eternal plcafures fill'd his focial hall, And fweeteft mufic charm'd, with magic found ; Science and fong obej'd his friendly call, And varied joys itill danc'd their endlefs round ! But now, alas ! nor fport, nor niufe is there ! No echoes now the fprightly notes await ; But wailing I'ounds of forrow and defpair, That mourn the ilroke of unrelenting fate ! He is for ever gone ! — weep, wretched eyes ! Flow, flow my tears ! — my heart with anguiili bleed ! In the cold grave the ftately hunter lies, Chief in the manage of the bounding ileed ! O bitter woe ! — O forrow uncontroul'd ! O death remorfelefs that has feal'd his doom ! Thy plains, O Munfter ! all our glory hold. And fame lies buried with him, in the tomb ! Thy rival, tho\i (Sir Edvv-ard ») wilt not mourn : His death, to thee, fliall now the plate refign ; His laurel, elfe, thou never Ihould'il have worn, Nor had the prize of manly fports been thine. See » Sir Edward O'Brien, father to the prefent Sir Lucius. ( 221 ) See Muníler pour her horfemen from their plains, To the lov'd dead the laft fad rites to pay ; Nor Thomond one inhabitant contains, To guard her treafures on this fatal day ! Refpedlful forrow guides their folemn pace, (Their deeds '' in mourning, flow proceiTion led :) 'Till in the tomb their much-lov'd Burke they place, And o'er his earth their copious anguifli Ihed. The feventeen hundred fix and fortieth year Of him who died a iinful world to fave, Death came, our Burke from our fond arms to tear, And lay, with him, our pleafures in the grave ! How oft his lofs pale memory fliall regret ! How oft our tears fliall flow, our fighs afcend ! The fecial band, where mirth convivial met. Now meet to mourn for their departed friend ! No more the melody of hounds he leads ! No more morn echoes to their chearful cries ! A gloomy ftillnefs through the land fucceeds. For low in earth the foul of pleafure lies ! To *• In the original, — they came leading their ftecds, — or more literally, the horfemen came, but not mounted on their iteeds. ( «33 ) To the dear fpot my frequent fteps I'll bend. Which all my joy, — which all my woe contains j My tears ihall, each returning month, defcend, To bathe the earth that holds his lov'd remains ! ( 223 ) ADVERTISEMENT. THE folloivlng is the Elegy vientloned In Mr. WalkerV Life of Carolan, compofed on the death of that Bard, by his friend M'Cabe '. M'Cabe was rather of a humorous, than afentimefital turn ; he was a wit, out not a poet. It was therefore his grief and not his mufe, that infpired him, on the prefcnt occafion,. The circumfanccs which gave rife to this Elegy, are friking, and extremely affe&ing. M'Cabe had been an unufual length of time •without feeing his friend, and went to pay him a vifit. As he approached near the end of his journey, in pajjing by a church-yard^ be ivas met by a pcafant, of whom he enquired for Carolan. The peafant poi?itcd to his grave, and wept. 'Mi'Qdhe, focked and afonifoed, was for fome time unable to fpeak ; his frame foook, his knees trembled, he had jufl power to totter to the grave of his friend, and then funk to the ground. A food of tears, at * Vide Hijl. Mem. ef the Irijh Bards, Append, p. 97. ( 224 ) at lajly came to his relief; and^ Jlill further to dijbiirden his mind^ he vented its angiiifh in the following lines. In the original^ they are fimple and unadorned^ but pathetic to a great degree ; and this is a fpecies of beauty^ in compofttion^ extremely difficult to transfufe into any other language, I do not pretend^ in this, to have entirely fucceeded, but I hope the effort ivill not be unacceptable; — much of the fimpUcity is wiavoidably lof ; — the pathos which remains^ may, perhaps, in fome wxafure, atone for it. V. E L E G ON THE DEATH OF C A R O L A N. 1 CAME, with frlendililp's face, to glad my heart. But fad, and forrowful my ileps depart ! In my friend's ftead — a fpot of earth was fhown, And on his grave my woe-ftruck eyes were thrown \ No more to their diilradled fight remain'd, But the cold clay that all they lov'd contain'd : And there his lail and narrow bed was made, And the drear tomb-ilone for its covering laid ! Alas ! — for this my aged heart is wrung ! Grief choaks my voice, and trembles on my tongue. Lonely and defolate, I mourn the dead, The friend with whom my every comfort fled ! G g There ( 226 ) There is no angxaiili can with this compare ! No pains, difeafes, fuffering, or defpair, Like that I feel, while fuch a lofs I mourn, My heart's companion from its fondnefs torn ! Oh infupportable, diftrading grief! Woe, that through life, can never hope relief! Sweet-iinging * harp ! — thy melody is o'er ! Sweet friendihip's voice ! — -I hear thy found no more 1 My blifs, — my wealth of" poetry is fled. And ^very joy, with him I lov'd, is dead ! Alas ! what wonder, (while my heart drops blood Upon the woes that drain its vital flood,) If maddening grief no longer can be borne. And frenzy fill the breaft, with anguifli torn ! > " Both of thefe expreíTions are «aaiy literal— tMO CC-Ol Cjl'VTC •'ih)l'\i( !- S O N G S. Gg 2 HOUGH O N IRISH SONG. J.T is fcarcely pofllble that any language can be more adapted to Lyric poetry than the Irilh. The poetry of many of our Songs is indeed already Muiick, without the aid of a tune ; fo great is the fmoothnefs, and harmony of its cadences. Nor is this to be wondered at, when we coniider the advantage the Iriih has, in this particular, teyond every other language, of flowing o£F, in vowels, upon the ear. I WILL juft inftance the two following lines : Set CVÍ (tt-vri) "oeíi^, iict 6f á)í))5)íj cce--Ilili reader would not underftand it, and the Irifli reader could not want it, for it is impoffible to perule them without being fenfiblc. of their beauty. There are many Iriili fongs, nov/ in common uf;, that con- tain, in fcattered pallages, the moil exquifite thoughts, though on the whole too imequal for tranilation. This, I fuppofe, is chiefly occaiioned by the ignorance, or inattention of thofe who learn them, and from whom alone they are to be procured. They are remembered and fung by the village maid, perhaps merely for the fake of the tunes that accompany them ; of courie, if re- coUeáiion fails, it is made up with invention; any words, in this cafe, will ferve, if theyanfwer to the air of the Song; and thus, often, not words alone, b\it entire lines, are fubilituted, fo totally unlike the reft of the compoiition, that it is eafy to fee whence the difference proceeds. Sometimes too, if a line or a ftanza be wanting to a filly fong, the fii ft of any other one that occurs, is preíTed into the fervice; and by this means, among a heap of lyric nonfenfe, one often finds a thought that would do honor to the fineft compofition. In thefc incongruous poems, where a line ieems to plead for its refcue, it would be a pity to refufe it. Among many others, the following is an image rich in beauty : A forfaken maid com- pares her heart to a burning coal, bi'uifed black ; thus retaining the heat that confumed, while it lofes the light that had cheered it. ( 232 ) ic. In another Song, a Lover, tenderly reproaching his Miilrefs, aiks her. Why ihe keeps the morning fo long within doors ? and bids her come out, and bring him the day. The fecond of the two following ilanzas ftruck me, as being fo particularly beauti- ful, that I was tempted to tranllate them both for its fake. Sj bl^t ge-dt no, ^me-p. ) ){ blút "De-ctf -Met •{uhcj\-ollefl;ion. ( 244 ) " Very fcu) have I ever knozun who had a more vigorous mind, but a jnind " undifcipUned, through the dcfcEl, or rather the ahfence of cultivation. Ab- " fohitelj ihe child of Nature, he '•jjas governed by the indulgencies , and at " tiines, by the caprices of that mother. His imagination, ever on the wing, " was escentric in its poetic fight ; yet, as far as that faculty can be employed " in the harmonic art, it wasjleady and colleded. In the variety of bis mufi- " cal numbers, he knew how to make afeleólion, and was feldom centent with " Jiiediocrity. So happy, fo elevated was he, in fomc of his compofttions, that " he excited the 'wonder, and obtained the approbation, of a great majler, who " never faw hini ; I mean Gemiuiani." *' He oiitftripped his predeceffors in the ' three fpecies of compofition ufed " amow^ the Irijh ; but be never omitted giving due praife to fever al of his " coimtrymen, who excelled before him in his art. The Italian compofitions he " preferred to all others : Vivaldi charmed him ; and with Corelli he was " enraptured. He f poke elegantly in his maternal language , but had advanced " in years before he learned Englijlj ; he delivered himfelf but indifferently in " that language, and yet he did not like to be corre6led in his folecifms. It need " not be concealed that he indulged in the ufc cf fpirituous liquors : this habit, " he thought, or affeded to think, added flrength to the flights of his genius ; " but, in juflice, it jnuft be obferved that he feldom was furprized by in- " toxicalion. *' Conjlitutionally pious, he never omitted daily prayer, and fondly imagined " himfelf infpired, when he compxfed fame pieces of church mufick. This idea " contributed to his devotion, and thankfgiving ; and, in this refped, his enthu- '■'■ fiafm was harmlefs, and perhaps ufeful. Gay by nature, and cheerful from " habit, he was a plcafmg member of fcciety ; and his talents, and his morality, " procured him efleeni and friends every where." Befides ( 245 ) Befides the two following Songs, there are more of the compofitiom of Carolan poffeffcd of confidcrable fiierit ; but as it was not in my power to give them all a place in my colle£lion, I have feleólcd, for tranflation, two that appeared to be the bcfl among fl them ; which, together with fome other fongs of moder?! date, I give, to fhew of what the native genius and language of this country, even now, are capable / labouring, as they do, under every difadvau' tage. I. O N G. For GRACEY NUGENT \ By C a R O L a N. \J F Gracey's charms enraptur'd will I ilng»! Fragrant and fair, as bloíToms of the fpring ; To her fweet manners, and accompliih'd mind. Each rival Fair the palm of Love refign'd. How bleil her fweet fociety to ihare ! To mark the ringlets of her flowing hair '' ; Her ' «• The fair fubjeil: of this Song was fifler to the late John Nugent, Efq; of " Caftle-Nugent, Culambre. She lived with her fifter, Mrs. Conmee, near Belana- " gar, in the county of Rofcommon, at the time fhe infpired our Bard." Hi/i. Mem. cf Irijh Bards. Jppetid. p. 78. '' Hair is a favourite objeft with all the Irifli Poets, and endlefs is the variety of their defcription : — " Soft miily turls." — " Thick branching trelTcs of bright redun- " dance." ( 247 ) Her gentle accents, — lier complacent mien ! — Supreme in charms, ilie looks — ilie reigns a Queen ! That " dance." — '•' Locks of fair waving beauty." — " TieiTes flowing on tlie wind like the " bright waving flame of an inverted torch." Tliey even aíTedl: to infpire it with exprejfion : — as " Locks of gcni/e luftre." — " Trefles of tender beauty." — " The Maid " with the mildly flowing hair," &c. &c. A friend to whom 1 (hewed this Song, obferved, that I had omitted a very lively thought in the conclufion, which they had feen in Mr. Walker's Memoirs. As that verfion has been much read and admired, it may perhaps be neceflary, to vindi- cate my fidelity, as a tranilator, that I fliould here give a literal tranflation of the Song, to iliew that the thoughts have fuffered very little, either of encreafe or dimi- nution from the poetry. " I will fing wdth rapture of the Bloflbm of Whitenefs ! Gracey, the young and " beautiful woman, who bore away the palm of excellence in fweet manners and ac- «« complifhments, from all the Fair-ones of the provinces." " Whoever enjoys her conftant fociety, no apprehenfion of any ill can aflail him. — " The Queen of foft and winning mind and manners, with her fair branching treíTes " flowing in ringlets." " Her fide like alabailer, and her neck like the fwan, and her countenance like the " Sun in fummer. How bleft is it for him who is promifed, as riches, to be united " to her, the branch of fair curling tendrils." , " Sweet and picafant is your lovely converfation ! — bright and fparkling your blue " eyes ! — and every day do I hear all tongues declare your praifes, and how grace- «• fully your bright trefles wave down your necK !" " I fay to the Maid of youthful mildncfs, that her voice and her converfe arc « fweeter than tlie fongs of the birds ! There is no delight or charm that imagina- " tion can conceive but what is found ever attendant on Gracey." " Her { 24« ) That alabafter form — that graceful neck, How do the Cygnet's down and whitenefs deck ! — How does that afpedl iliame the cheer of day, When fummer funs their brlghteft beams difplay. Bleil is the youth whom fav'ring fates ordain The treaiure of her love, and charms to gain ! The fragrant branch, with curUng tendrils bound. With breathing odours — blooming beauty crown' d. Sweet is the cheer her iprightly wit fupplies ! Bright is the fparkling azure of her eyes ! Soft o'er her neck her lovely treíTes flow ! Warm in her praife the tongues of rapture glow ! Her's is the voice — tun'd by harmonious Love, Soft as the Songs that warble through the grove ! Oh ! fweeter joys her converfe can impart ! Sweet to xhcfenfe, and grateful to the heart ! Gay " Her teeth arranged in beautiful order, and her locks flowing in foft waving curls ! " But though It delights me to fing of thy charms, I muft quit my theme ! — With a " fincere heart I fill to thy health !" The reader will eafily perceive that in this literal tranflation, I have not fought for elegance of exprefiion, my only objcdl being to put it in his power to judge how clofely my veifion has adhered to my original. ( 249 ) Gay pleafures dance where'er her foot-íleps bend ; And fmiles and rapture round the fair attend : Wit forms her fpeech, and Wifdom fills her mind, Ana fight ^náfoul in her their objedl find. Her pearly teeth, in beauteous order plac'd ; Her neck with bright, and curling trefles grac'd : — But ah, fo fair! — in wit and charms fupreme, Unequal Song muft quit its darling theme. Here break I off; — let fparkling goblets flow, And my full heart its cordial wiflies ihow : To her dear health this friendly draught I pour. Long be her life, and bleft its every hour ! — Kk II. O N G f OR M A B L E KELLY. By C a R O L a N. J. HE yovith whom fav'ring Heaven's decree: To join his fate, my Fair ! with thee ; And fee that lovely head of thine With fondneis on his arm recline : No thought but joy can fill his mind. Nor any care can entrance find, Nor ficknefs hurt, nor terror iliake, — And Death will fpare him, for thy Hike ! For the bright flowing of thy hair, That decks a face fo heavenly fair ; And a fair form, to match that face, The rival of the Cygnet's grace. When ( íS^ ) When with calm dignity Ihe moves, Where the clear ftream her hue improves ; Where ilie her fuowy bofom laves, And floats, inajeftic, on the waves. Grace gave thy form, in beauty gay, And rang'd thy teeth in bright arrays All tongues with joy thy praifes tell, And love delights with thee to dwell To thee harmonious powers belong, That add to verfe the charms of fong^ Soft melody to numbers join, And make the Poet half divine. As when the foftly bluihing rofe Clofe by fome neighbouring lilly grows j Such is the glow thy cheeks diffufe. And fuch their bright and blended hues ! The timid lufti-e of thine eye * With Nature's pureft tints can vie ; K k 2 With » It is generally believed that Carolan, (as his Biographer tells us) «« remem- <« bered no impreffion of colours." — But I cannot acquiefce in this opinion : I think it muft ■ have been formed without fufficient grounds, for how was it poffi- blc ( 25^ ) With the fweet blue-bell's azure gem, That droops upon its mcdeit flei» ! The Poets of Terne's plains To thee devote their choiceil ftrains j And oft their harps for thee are ftrung. And oft thy matchlefs charms are fung : Thy voice, that binds the iiiVning ibul, — That can the wildeil rage controul ; Bid the fierce Crane its powers obey, And charm him from his- finney prey^. Nor doubt I of its wond'rous art ; Nor hear with unimpaflion'd heart ; Thy health, thy beauties, — ever dear! Oft crown my glafe with fweeteft cheer ! Since the fem'd Fair of ancient days, Whom Bards and Worlds confpir'd to praife, Not one like thee has fince appear'd, Like thee, to every heart endear'd. w How We that his defcription could be thus glowing, without he retained the cleareft recol- leiilion, and the moil animated ideas, of every beauty that fight can convey to the mind ? ( 2 53 ) How bleíl the Bard, O lovely Maid ! To find thee in thy charms array 'd !— Thy pearly teeth, — thy flowing hair,— Thy neck, beyond the Cygnet, fair ! As when the fimple birds, a& night. Fly round the torch's fatal light, — Wild, and with extacy elate, Unconfcious of approaching fate. So the foft fplendours of thy face,» /And thy fair form's enchanting grace. Allure to death unwary Love, And thoufands the bright ruin prove ! ETv'n he whofe haplefs eyes ^ no ray Admit from Beauty's cheering day j Yet, though he cannot fee the light. He feels it warm, and knows it bright. In beauty, talents, taile refin'd, And all the graces of the mind,, In " Every Reader of taite or feeling muft furely be flruck with the beauty of this paflagc. — Can any thing be more elegant, or more pathetic, than the manner in which Carolan alludes to his want of fight ! — but, indeed, his little pieces abound in all the riches of natural genius. ( 254 ) In all unmatch'd tliy charms remain. Nor meet a rival on the plain. Thy {lender foot, — thine azure eye, — Thy fmiling lip, of fcarlet dye, — Thy tapering hand, fo foft and fair, — The bright redundance of thy hair ! — O bleil be the aufpicious day That gave them to thy Poet's lay ! O'er rival Bards ' to lift his name, Infpire his verfe, and fwell his fame ! * How modeilly the Poet here introduces a prophefy of his future reputation fov genius ! III. O N G. By PATRICK LINDEN. vJ FAIRER than the mountain fnow, When o'er it north's pure breezes blow ! In all its dazzling luilre dreft, But purer, fofter is thy breaft ! Colla ^ the Great, whofe ample fway Beheld two kingdoms homage pay, Now gives the happy bard to fee Thy branch adorn the royal tree ! No foreign graft's inferior ihoot Has dar'd infult the mighty root ! Pure from its ilem thy bloom afcends, And from its height in fragrance bends ! Hadil " He was monarcli of Ireland in the beginning of the fourth century. By the fecond kingdom, we nnilt fuppofe the poet msans the Dal-Riadas of Scotland. ( 256 ) Hadfl thou been prefent, on the day When beauty bore the prize away, Thy charms had won the royal fwain, And Venus 'felf had fu'd in vain ! With foften'd fire^ imperial blood Pours through thy frame its generous flood ; Rich in thy azure veins it flows, Bright in thy blufliing cheek it glows ! That blood whence noble Savage fprung, And he whofe deeds the bards have Tung, Great Conall-Cearnach '', conquering name 1 The champion of heroic fame •! Fair offspring of the royal race ! Mild fragrance ! fafcinating grace ! Whofe touch with magic can inipire The tender harp's melodious wire ! See how the fwan prefumptuous fl:rives, Where glowing Majeily revives, With proud contention, to befpeak The foft dominion of that cheek ! Beneath ( 257 ) Beneath it, fure, with fubtle heed, Some rofe by ftealth its leaf convey'd ; To ihed its bright and beauteous dye, And ftill the varying bloom fupply. The trefles of thy filken hair As curling mifts are foft and fair, Bright waving o'er thy graceful neck, Its pure and tender fnow to deck 1 But O ! to fpeak the rapture found ! In thy dear voice's magic found ! Its powers could death itfelf controul. And call back the expiring foul ! The tide that fill'd the veins of Kings, From whom thy noble lineage fprings ; The royal blood of Colla, fee Renew'd, O charming maid ! in thee. Nor in thy bofom flacks its pace, Nor fades it in thy lovely face ; But there with foft enchantment glows, And like the bloifom's tint it fliows. L 1 How ( ^58 ) How does thy needle's art pourtray Each piclur'd form, in bright array ! With Nature's felf maintaining ftrife, It gives its own creation life ! O perfedl, all-accompliih'd maid ! In beauty's every charm array'd ; Thee ever fliall my numbers hail. Fair lilly of the royal vale ! IV. O N THE MAID OF THE VALLEY. JriAVE you not feen the charmer of the vale T Nor heard her praife, in Love's fond accents dreft ? — >■ Nor how that Love has turn'd my youth fo pale ! — Nor how thofe graces rob my foul of reft ! — That fofteft cheek, where dimp'ling chervibs play ! That baihful eye, whofe beams diíTolve the heart !— Ah, gaze no more, fond wretch ! — no longer ftay ! — ■ 'Tis death ! — but ah, 'tis worfe than death to part ! My blefllngs round the happy manfion wait. That guards that form, in tender beauty dreft Í Thofe lips, of truth and fmiles the rofy feat ! Thofe matchlcfs charms, by every bard confeft ! L 1 2 That ( 26o ) That flendcr brow ! — that hand fo dazzUng fiiir, No iilk its hue or foftnefs can expi efs ! No feather'd fongilers can then- down compare With half the beauty thofe dear hands poflefs ! Love in thy every feature couch'd a dart ! O'er thy fair face, and bofom's white he play'd ; Love in thy golden tvefl'es chain'd my heart, And heaven's own fmile thy 'witching face array'd ! Not De'irdre% charms that on each bofom dole *, And led the champions of our ifle away ; Nor Ihe whofe eyes threw fetters o'er the foul. The fam'd Blanaide " like thee the heart could fway ! Of ' See notes to the poem of Conloch, ^ As the ftory to which this paflage alludes is flriking to a great degree, and related in a few words, I will quote it at large for the reader. " Feirchcirtne was Ollamh File a to Conrigh, a celebrated chieftain, who lived " in fplendour on the banks of the Fionnglaife, in the county of Kerry. This " warrior was married to Blanaide, a lady of tranfcendant beauty, who had been the " meed of his prowefs in fingle combat with Congculionne, a knight of the red " branch. But the lady was fecretly attached to the knight ; and in an accidental " interview which (lie had with him, ofFered to follow his fortunes, if he would, at " a certain time, and on receiving a certain fignal (both of which flie mentioned) «' florm the caftle, and put her huiband, and his attendants, to the fword. Congcu- « lionne promifed to follow her direilions, and did fo, inundating the caftle with the <' blood of its inhabitants. Feirchcirtne, however, efcaped the ilaughter, and pur- " fued, at a diftance, Blanaide and her paramour, to the court of Concovar Mac- " Nefla, ( í6I ) Of beauty's garden, oh thou fiilreft flower ! Accept my vows, and truth for treafiire take ! Oh deign to fliare with me Love's bhfsful power, Nor conftant faith, for fleeting wealth, forfake ! My mufe her harp fliall at thy bidding bring, And roll th' heroic tide of verfe along ; And Finian Chiefs, and arms fliall wake the firing, And Love and War divide the lofty fong ! " Nefla, determined to facrifice his perfidious miftrefs to the manes of his patron. <' When the Bard arrived at Emania, he found Concovar, and his court, together " with the amorous fugitives, walking on the top of a rock, called Rinehiii Beara, " enjoying the extcnfive profpedl which it commanded. Blanaide, happening to " detach herfelf from the reft of the company, ftood, wrapped in deep meditation, " on that part of the cliiT which overhung a deep precipice. The Bard, ftepping up " to her, began an adulatory converfation ; then fuddenly fpringing forward, he " feized her in his arms, and throwing himfelf, with her, headlong down the " precipice, both were daflied to pieces." Hi/i. Mem. of the Irijh Bardsy p. jj. See alfo Keating. IRISH ORIGINALS OF THE I| -^.S- O I C POEMS. ( 264 ) ADVERTISEMENT. THESE originals are copied, with the titmoji exa&rtefs, from the different colleElions whence they were taken : the Tranjlator, therefore^ is not. anfwerahle for any fuppofed incorreElnefs in orthography, £ifr. which may poffibly be difcovered in many parts of them, as it was not thought expedient to make the fmallefl alteration whatever, not even fo much as the addition of a point, or an accent. THE IRISH ORIGINALS OF THE HEROIC POEMS. 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