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Their stony organs o'er the lonely main. And trembles yet the pilgrim, noting at eve The pride Fomorian, and that Giant Way Trending toward eastern Alba. From his throne Above the semicirque of grassy seats Whereon by Brehons and by Ollambs girt Daily be judged his people, rose the king And bade the stranger welcome.
