XXIX. The war was over when King Mac Ceaght fell They were obliged by fate at last to yield, ODE XVII. The conclusion. My task is done, my song is o'er, Like those old towers, which they say, To those who listened to my lay, |
XXIX. The war was over when King Mac Ceaght fell They were obliged by fate at last to yield, ODE XVII. The conclusion. My task is done, my song is o'er, Like those old towers, which they say, To those who listened to my lay, |