Romantic Ireland. M. F. Mansfield

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the compilation of a great, if not an exhaustive, work on the subject. At any rate, they are too voluminous to record here, even though the geniuses of Swift, of Lover, of Goldsmith, and of Moore stand out as if to compel attention, as they certainly do, in the same convincing manner that Swift’s “Gulliver” influenced a certain Irish bishop, who accepted the tale as the truth, “although not a little amazed at some of the things stated.”

      Writers on early Irish literature have often overlooked or ignored the fact that, besides the chroniclers of fame and note who indited learned historical works or majestic verse, there are, too, existing poems by various ladies of early Ireland, generally daughters of kings. Another Meave, called the Half-red, has some of the characteristics of Queen Meave herself: “The strength and power of Meave was great over the men of Erinn,” says the introduction to her poem over the grave of her first husband, whom she deserted for a better man; for it was she that would not permit any king in Tara without his having herself as wife.

      “My noble king, he spoke not falsehood;

       His success was certain in every danger

       As black as a raven was his brow,

       As sharp was his spear as a razor,

       As white was his skin as the lime.

       Together we used to go on refections;

       As high was his shield as a champion,

       As long his arm as an oar;

       The house prop against the kings of Erinn sons of chiefs,

       He maintained his shield in every cause.

       Countless wolves fed he with his spear,

       At the heels of our man in every battle.”

      Ireland’s daughters must have been a glorious and mighty race; indeed, they are so to-day, and one does not need to go back to Moore for endorsement, though he contrasts with marked effect the native elegance of Erin’s daughters with the affected fashionable city belle:

      “Lesbia wears a robe of gold,

       But all so close the nymph has laced it,

       Not a charm of beauty’s mould

       Presumes to stay where nature placed it.

       Oh! my Nora’s gown for me.

       That floats as wild as mountain breezes,

       Leaving every beauty free

       To sink or swell as Heaven pleases.

       Yes, my Nora Creina dear,

       My simple, graceful Nora Creina,

       Nature’s dress

       Is loveliness—

       The dress you wear, my Nora Creina.”

      This was doubtless true enough in Moore’s time, and is so to-day, in spite of the fact that they no longer stand picturesquely around and display their charms in just the manner expressed by the poet.

      One hears frequent references to the laureate Spenser’s life in Ireland, of his verses in praise of its charms, and of his undoubted love for it, which certainly was as great, if different, as that of Ireland’s recognized “national poet.” Irish sentiment has never allowed recognition to Spenser’s accomplishments, however. The Irish themselves, who are always ready to turn the dull side of the gem toward the light, are not in complete accord on the question of Spenser’s love for Erin, as one will infer from the following, taken from “A Brief Account of Ireland and Its Sorrows:”

      “Among those who lived here was Spenser, a gentle poet but a rapacious freebooter. His poesy was sweet and full of charms, quaint, simple, and eloquent. His politics were brutal, venal, and cowardly. He wooed the muses very blandly, living in a stolen home, and philosophically counselled the extirpation of the Irish owners of the land, for the greater security of himself and fellow adventurers.”

      The above is but a note in the gamut, but it is a true one, and it does not ring false, and, while the moral aspect of Spenser’s right to his livelihood in Ireland is left out of the question here, one can but feel that if the Irishman were less emotional and more forgiving much would come to him that he now lacks.

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