Poems by Denis Florence MacCarthy
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assurance to the doubting mind.
Ask what thou wilt, and do not fear that what thou wouldst cannot be wrought; Ask what thou wilt, there standeth here one who will ne'er refuse thee aught; Ask what thou wilt, thy wildest wish be certain thou shalt have this night, For well I know that thou wilt kill this man who meets thee in the fight. FERDIAH. I will have six securities, no less will I accept from thee; Be some our country's deities, the lords of earth, and sky, and sea; Be some thy dearest ones, O queen! the darlings of thy heart and eye, Before my fatal fall is seen to-morrow, when the hosts draw nigh. Do this, and though I lose my fame-- do this, and though my life I lose, The glorious championship I'll claim, the glorious risk will not refuse. On, on, in equal strength and might shall I advance, O queenly Mave, And Uladh's hero meet in fight, and battle with Cuchullin brave. MAVE. |
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