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Post by celticrebel on Apr 19, 2006 12:21:46 GMT -5
Long, long ago beyond the misty space Of twice a thousand years In Erin old there dwelt a mighty race, Taller than Roman spears Like oaks and towers they had a giant grace. Were fleet as deer with winds and waves they made their 'biding place, These western shepherd seers.
Their ocean-god was Manannan Mac Lir, whoes angry lips, In their white foam, full often would inter Whole fleets of ships; Crom was their day god,and their thunderer, Made morning and eclipse; Bride was their queen of song, and unto her they prayed with fire touched lips. Oh inspired Giant Shall we e'er behold, In our own time One pupil of the past,as mighty souled, as in the prime, Were the fond, fair, and beautiful and bold-- They, of your song sublime
The Celts D'Arcy McGee 17th centry Irish poet
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Post by flowerfaeryqueen on Apr 19, 2006 13:15:21 GMT -5
thats a beautiful poem, celtic rebel!
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Post by KittyLane on Apr 19, 2006 17:47:12 GMT -5
wow thanks for posting that. i really enjoyed it!
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Post by moonsvilight24 on May 20, 2006 15:33:37 GMT -5
that was amazing. its very beautiful
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Post by raeven on May 20, 2006 23:44:04 GMT -5
Very nice
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Post by Zowwiee ™ on May 22, 2006 8:38:55 GMT -5
Thats so Beautiful
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Post by gohanssj5 on May 31, 2006 15:23:46 GMT -5
yeah that was a really great post.....hope to find more like it
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