Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ...Drop after drop, through many a bitter wound. Lu, Nuadu and the others rise and leave the hall. The sons of Turann remain gazing at each other in silent consternation. The vision changed, and I beheld the Boyne's fair banks by Rossnaree. There stood Turann, his daughter, and his sons, and thus they spake. Ethnai. Your doom is grievous, brothers: not more grievous Than was the deed; the punishment is just. Alas! I could not have believed it of you, Were ye not self-accused, that in your souls Caged horrors like to these lay quick for flight: And those dear hands that have so oft caressed Your Ethnai, were more fitted to achieve The murder acts of wrath. Brian. Oh! speak not thus, Sweet sister: heavy is our punishment; Add not thine anger's weight. Why we thus wrought We know not. Some compulsion mastered us; Some overwhelming will that was not ours, Flooded the channels of our souls, and surging Far, far beyond the stream's accustomed bounds, Behind it left this ruin and slimy scum; Now the shrunk flood views the foul work, dismayed. Ethnai. Alas! I fear tlie flood was all your own, Your very stream, restrained a little while. Yet why should I be harsh, since being your sister Mine too must be the like unruliness. We are but different stems on the one plant; And the same poison that hath made your fruit So deadly, must be also found in me. Well if the tasks th' lid ana lays on you, Spending your bitterness to some sweet end, Shall make thereof a medicine for the world. Brian. Ethnai, wilt thou not aid us? Eth. How should I? Brian. Only by help of Lu can we perform These tasks. Eth. Then ask him humbly for his help. Brian. Nay, but we know Lu looks on thee with love. Eth. Stay! say no more; for I will ask for nought. Yourselves must ask...