Deirdre a Question of Memory Ras Byzance
Deirdre a Question of Memory Ras Byzance
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CONCHOBAR.
You mean the Sons of Uisnech Come thus ? Of them I take no least account. If, at the time of harvest, summer dust Should raise itself, to him who owns the harvest What is the roadway's dust ? If Uisnech 's children Companion her who is my one concern. Let them have care !
CATHFACH.
The Curse, it is the Curse ! Here at our very side, upon the lip I honour most. . . .
CONCHOBAR.
They come not of themselves. It was my warranty — They come to flourish Their triumph and their fame. , .... .
DEIRDRE CATHFACH.
The night is darker Each moment. () my king, not sad Emain, Not Erin, the fair-green, with her blond gales, Her flowers of bog-fir, fragrance of her earth, Her funeral mounds of heroes, the wild songs In the cluster of her rushes, call to me For succour now : it is the dead that call. It is the host of the wide Universe, The men of the whole world, all creatures sprung Of the free gods, who bear their wrong to me, Their wrong — ah, no, their terror, for the brave Tremble as women, they grow superstitious Lest — [Laying his hand on Conchobar.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
. .
CONCHOBAR.
You mean the Sons of Uisnech Come thus ? Of them I take no least account. If, at the time of harvest, summer dust Should raise itself, to him who owns the harvest What is the roadway's dust ? If Uisnech 's children Companion her who is my one concern. Let them have care !
CATHFACH.
The Curse, it is the Curse ! Here at our very side, upon the lip I honour most. . . .
CONCHOBAR.
They come not of themselves. It was my warranty — They come to flourish Their triumph and their fame. , .... .
DEIRDRE CATHFACH.
The night is darker Each moment. () my king, not sad Emain, Not Erin, the fair-green, with her blond gales, Her flowers of bog-fir, fragrance of her earth, Her funeral mounds of heroes, the wild songs In the cluster of her rushes, call to me For succour now : it is the dead that call. It is the host of the wide Universe, The men of the whole world, all creatures sprung Of the free gods, who bear their wrong to me, Their wrong — ah, no, their terror, for the brave Tremble as women, they grow superstitious Lest — [Laying his hand on Conchobar.
What to read after Deirdre a Question of Memory Ras Byzance?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Michael Field to read onlineMoreLess
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