Summary

Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry… (1911)

Upon Tara's rampart his fair hair shone against
his ruddy face:
Like unto the colour of his hair is red gold or the
yellow iris.
Torna
'Twas great delight, 'twas great peace to be in the
company of my dear foster-son, [4]
When with Echu's son—it was no small thing—
we used to go to the gathering.
Tuirn son of Torna
Darling hero of the white shoulder! whose tribes
are vast, a beloved host:
Every man was under protection when we used to
go to forgather with him.
Niall's father. ↑ Niall's mother. ↑ Niall's grandfather. ↑ i.e. Niall.
Source: Wikisource

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