School: Taobh Breac (roll number 15227)
- Location:
- Tievebrack, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: Donnchadh E. Mac Congáile
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- (continued from previous page)22. They had sailed the minstrel knew not how long,
On those waters of silvery sheen:
For his thoughts, beguiled by the fairy song,
Had in realms afar off been,
When a hurricane gale sprang up in the East,
And came with a savage roar,
Tossing the waves into boiling yeast
That clung to each bending oar.23. On came the winds with a lightning sweep
From their far-off Eastern home.
And the fated bark with a sudden leap
Went down in the boiling foam
The fairy forms with exultant yell
Leaped forth with a lightning motion
And were borne away on the hurricane’s swell
But the minstrel sank in the ocean24. On, on he sank in the watery deep
For the fates forbade him drown:
On, twice then thousand fathom deep,
And still as he glided down
The waters kept surging to and fro
With a wild tumultuous ringing
And down in the ocean’s caves below
Were a band of sea-nymphs singing25. “Hail, thou king of the tempest! Hail
Fiend of the deep!
Breathing thy wrath in the hissing gale,
Mocking with groan and shriek and wail
And eyes that weep
The waifs whose doom thy voice is knelling
Then to the skies thy fury telling:
The blackening clouds with taunts insulting,
Which goaded by thee to rebelling
High on their aerial thrones exulting
Frown dark as from their bosoms swelling
Faint lightning’s peep!”26. A challenge: ho: Through the clefted air
The bright fangs flash,
And smite thy crest with a lurid glare
While the clouds their frenzied bosoms tear
As the angry crash
Of their smothered fury bondage breaking,
Rushing, trembling, rallying, quaking
Distant trembling echoes making
Fills the dark night. In mocking fashion
Thy voice with fiendish laughter shaking
Is heard above their frantic passion
Their wrath hath set thee merry, making.(continues on next page)- Collector
- Donnachadh E. Mac Congáile
- Gender
- Male
- Occupation
- Múinteoir
- Informant
- James Mc Loughlin
- Gender
- Male
- Address
- Tievebrack, Co. Donegal