Death & Dying
The Slaying of Conbeg
Translated by Eleanor Hull (1913) · From The Poem-Book of the Gael (1913)
CAOILTE sang this:
Mournful to me the slaying of Conbeg,
Little hound, great was his brightness;
Never was one more deft of paw
Seen in the chase of swine or deer.
Tribulation to me the slaying of Conbeg,
Little hound, of the baying voice;
Never was one more deft of paw
Found in the running down of the deer.
Tribulation to me the drowning of Conbeg
Upon the mighty grey-green seas;
His cruel loss, it brought contention,
A "fill of sorrow" was his death.
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Anonymous (Old Irish). “The Slaying of Conbeg.” Translated by Eleanor Hull. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-irish/73/.
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Anonymous (Old Irish). “The Slaying of Conbeg.” Translated by Eleanor Hull. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-irish/73/.
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