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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SLAYING OF CONBEG, by ANONYMOUS
First Line: "sore grief to me, conbeg, that you are drowned"
Last Line: "a fill of sorrow, alas! Through life to me"
Subject(s): Animals;dogs
First Line: "sore grief to me, conbeg, that you are drowned"
Last Line: "a fill of sorrow, alas! Through life to me"
Subject(s): Animals;dogs
[A beloved hound of Fionn's which Goll Mac Morna drowned in
despite of Fionn.]
Sore grief to me, Conbeg, that you are drowned;
My little hound, for brightness without peer.
Never was one so swift or deft of foot
Seen in pursuit of rushing boar or deer
Sore grief to me, Conbeg, that you lie drowned;
My little hound, whose bay was music clear.
Never was one so deft or swift of pace
Found in the chase of proud, high-stepping deer.
Sore grief to me, Conbeg, that you lie drowned
Upon the mighty mounded grey-green sea.
Your cruel loss let loose a flood of strife--
A fill of sorrow, alas! through life to me.
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