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—;;!;222 Coir'-a'-Cheafhaich.Around Ruadh Awridh what ringlets clusterFair, long, and crested, and closely twined,This way and that they are lightly waving,At every breath of the mountain wind.The twisted hemlock, the slanted rye-grass.The juicy moor-grass, can all be found,And the close-set groundsel is greenly growingBy the wood where heroes are sleeping sound.In yonder ruin once dwelt Mac Bhaidi,'Tis now a desert where winds are shrillYet the well-shaped brown ox is feeding by it.Among the stones that bestrew the hill.How fine to see, both in light and gloaming.The smooth Clach-Fionn, so still and deep,And the houseless cattle and calves most peaceful,Group'd on the brow of the lonely steep IIn every nook of the mountain pathwayThe garlic-flower may be thickly found,And out on the sunny slopes around itHang berries juicy and red and round :The penny-royal and dandelion,The downy cannach together lieThickly they grow from the base of the mountainTo the topmost crag of his crest so high.And not a crag but is clad most richly.For rich and silvern the soft moss clings,Fine is the moss, most clean and stainless.Hiding the look of unlovely thingsDown in the hollow beneath the summitWhere the verdure is growing most rich and deep,The little daisies are looking upwards,And the yellow primroses often peep.Round every well and every fountainAn eyebrow dark of the cress doth cling,And the sorrel sour gathers in clustersAround the stones whence the waters sprino-With a splash and a plunge and a mountain murmur,The gurgling waters from earth upleap.
:!;!—Coir'-a-Cheofhaich. 223And pause and hasten, and whirl in circles,And rusli and loiter, and wliirl and creepOut of the ocean comes the sahnon,Steering with crookbd nose he hies,Hither he darts where the waves are boilingOut he springs at the glistening flies !How he leaps in the whirling eddiesWith back blue-black, and fins that shine.Spangled with silver, and speckled over,With white tail tipping his frame so fine !Gladsome and grand is the misty corri,And there the hunter hath noble cheer;The powder blazes, the black lead rattlesInto the heart of the dun-brown deer ;And there the hunter's hound so bloodyAround the hunter doth leap and play.And madly rushing, most fierce and fearless.Springs at the throat of the stricken prey.'twas gladsome to go a-huntingOut in the dew of the sunny morn IFor the great red stag was never wanting.Nor the fawn, nor the doe with never a horn.And when rain fell, and the night was coming,From the open heath we could swiftlj' fly,And, finding the shelter of some deep grotto,Couch at ease till the night went by.And sweet it was when the white sun glimmered,Listening under the crag to stand.And hear the moorhen so hoarsely croaking,And the red cock murmuring close at hand ;While the little wren blew his tiny trumpet,And threw his steam ofi' blithe and strong,While the speckled thrush and the redbreast gailyLilted together a pleasant song !Not a singer but join'd the chorus.Not a bird in the leaves was stillFirst the laverock, that famous singer,Led the music with throat so shrill
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:!;!—Coir'-a-Cheofhaich. 223And pause and hasten, and whirl in circles,And rusli and loiter, and wliirl and creepOut of the ocean comes the sahnon,Steering with crookbd nose he hies,Hither he darts where the waves are boilingOut he springs at the glistening flies !How he leaps in the whirling eddiesWith back blue-black, and fins that shine.Spangled with silver, and speckled over,With white tail tipping his frame so fine !Gladsome and grand is the misty corri,And there the hunter hath noble cheer;<strong>The</strong> powder blazes, the black lead rattlesInto the heart of the dun-brown deer ;And there the hunter's hound so bloodyAround the hunter doth leap and play.And madly rushing, most fierce and fearless.Springs at the throat of the stricken prey.'twas gladsome to go a-huntingOut in the dew of the sunny morn IFor the great red stag was never wanting.Nor the fawn, nor the doe with never a horn.And when rain fell, and the night was coming,From the open heath we could swiftlj' fly,And, finding the shelter of some deep grotto,Couch at ease till the night went by.And sweet it was when the white sun glimmered,Listening under the crag to stand.And hear the moorhen so hoarsely croaking,And the red cock murmuring close at hand ;While the little wren blew his tiny trumpet,And threw his steam ofi' blithe and strong,While the speckled thrush and the redbreast gailyLilted together a pleasant song !Not a singer but join'd the chorus.Not a bird in the leaves was stillFirst the laverock, that famous singer,Led the music with throat so shrill