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And hence his name of Dubh*-to show that pallor
The powerful Shane O'Neill, even on his own lands,
In green Momonia, over hosts uncounted,
He gained the brilliant victory of Athmaine.
There, where the wan moon mourned o'er piles of Slain, He took the Earl of Deele, though armed and mounted, Prisoner upon the field.
Bunratty twice, where War's tremendous thunder
Had many a time been blent with showers of bloodClare Castle twice, and once, too, Proud Clonrood, He took by force of arms, to all mens' wonder
For none dreamed these would yield..
But how recount exploits that none may number?
There burned a soul that ne'er knew sloth or slumber,
Throughout all populous Thomond, nowhere tarrying,
That ancient castle in Ulidia, Lifford,
That first of Munster's fortresses, Dunloe,
Which long frowned forth defiance on each foe, Succumbed to his arms! O! nought withstood him-cliff, ford, Bridge, or embattled wall.
Askeaton Castle, which his troops bombarded,
He took by assault, but vaunted not the feat; The Limerick men might die, but not retreat; And, where he attacked, the fort was weakly guarded, And could not chuse but fall.
The far-famed Carrickfoyle, a noble stronghold,
Of his artillery! Both seemed firm as rocks,
O, woe for the Mac Donnells there assembled!
What more? Undauntedly he next assaulted
The O'Neills of Scotland, clans of lineage olden, Inspired by GoD, with more of pride than grief, Vowed faith and fealty to this conquering Chief, Whom Glory seemed to circle, as a golden
Halo the sun's bright face!
In Glenkonkeen his troops had store of pillage;
To devastate, by plundering and by reaving
He wasted all the townlands of O'Reilly,
He plundered the rich country of O'Malley,
Woe and dismay, panic and wild surprise, Through all its districts, town, and vale, and valley. It was no schoolboy's play!
Through Burren, Beare, and Brefney next he carried His vengeful and all-conquering arms—and those, Though many a native Chief rose up to oppose, Of every single head of kine he harried,
This Prince of high renown!
He wrapped in flames all Ossory and Ealy.
This, too, he burned, for none of them were leally
Broad Limerick's lands, in one short night and morrow, This hero ravaged, bearing off sixteen
Great preys, with scarce a halt or pause between! Cause this of loud laments and bitter sorrow
To woman, man, and child.
By him was humbled, for the first and last time,
Wrath would have driven him wild!
Eascreevey and the mouth of the Bann Water,
Moyliny's lands he pillaged without measure;
He sacked the Routes of the Smooth Sandy Shores; He rifled, too, the Oriers of their stores, And stripped the wealthy Ards of all their treasureCottage and castle-hall!
How shall I tell what galley-loads of booty,
He overcame and brought beneath subjection
The Chiefs of Desmond and their disaffection
Such was his matchless might !
His troops and booty over Cashan River,
'Albeit its billows foamed in crested sheen,
He safely brought, as though there had but been
Now firing wooded Leix, and then returning
This day in Donegal, in fair Cloghstacken-
Not one heath-mantled mountain far or near in
Nonsparing Chief! He did not leave unwasted
Or Ulster's, or Momonia's fair domains;
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What pen shall paint the dreadful devastation
He wrought o'er Meath's and Connaught's plains and downs?
And wrapt their woods in one wide conflagration!
His fierceness overbore all opposition.
I know not if ere long there could be found
O, mighty Thomas! terrible and awless!
There was not one rude, predatory horde,
Yet scarce had this triumphant Prince of Nobles
Oh! cause for sadness and unceasing sighing!
But glanced at? Even so! for, in truth, I name not
There was not, far or near, one Chieftain hostile
To England's power on whom he brought not woe
Well might the Sovereign deem the land a lost isle
He was, to sum up all, unmatched in power, an
Long shall his foes remember with fierce grief