Elves and Heroes

The immemorial folk-beliefs of our native land are passing away, but they still retain for us a poetic appeal, not only on account of the glamour of early associations, but also...

... 'Twas like As when an eagle swoops to strike, But swerves with flutt'ring wings, as nigh Its head a javelin gleams ... A cry That banished fear of Conn's great blows From ou...

As far behind The Fians followed, Caoilte, like the wind, Sped on--yon son of Ronan--o'er the wide And marshy moor, and 'thwart the mountain side,-- By Delny's shore far-ebbed,...

Levarchan, whom he loved, a maid most fair, Rose-lipp'd, with yellow hair and sea-grey eyes, The evil tidings to Cuchullin bare. And, trembling in her beauty, bade him rise; Nia...