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. ”
