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• about 1 year, 7 months ago, elfflame said: Thank you, Shoepixie. I'm having fun coming up with the names of the lists.
• about 1 year, 7 months ago, shoepixie said: Caoineadh Airt Uí Laoghaire or the Lament for Art Ó Laoghaire is an Irish keen, or dirge written by his wife Eibhlín Dubh Ní Chonaill. The late Eighteenth century epic poem is one of the greatest love poems of the Irish Language. Eibhlín composed it capturing the life and tragic death of her husband Art on May 4, 1773.
  
  It details the murder at Carraig an Ime, County Cork, of Art, at the hands of Abraham Morris, and the aftermath. It is one of the key texts in the Irish oral literature corpus. The poem was composed ex tempore and follows the rhythmic and societal conventions associated with keening and the traditional Irish wake respectively.
  
  The killing of Art O' Laoghaire has its origin in one of the Penal Laws. Under the law, an Irish Catholic was forbidden to own a horse worth more than five pounds. If offered that sum for a horse of his by a Protestant, he would have to accept. O' Laoghaire refused such an offer and lost his life as a result.
  
  An excerpt:
  
  My steadfast friend!
  I didn't credit your death
  till your horse came home
  and her reins on the ground,
  your heart's blood on her back
  to the polished saddle
  where you sat - where you stood....
  I gave a leap to the door,
  a second leap to the gate
  and a third on your horse.
  
  I clapped my hands quickly
  and started mad running
  as hard as I could,
  to find you there dead
  by a low furze-bush
  with no Pope or bishop
  or clergy or priest
  to read a psalm over you
  but a spent old woman
  who spread her cloak corner
  where your blood streamed from you,
  and I didn't stop to clean it
  but drank it from my palms.
  
  My steadfast love!
  Arise, stand up
  and come with myself
  and I'll have cattle slaughtered
  and call fine company
  and hurry up the music
  and make you up a bed
  with bright sheets upon it
  and fine speckled quilts
  to bring you out in a sweat
  where the cold has caught you.
  
  full text in Irish and in English
• about 1 year, 7 months ago, elfflame said: Yes, I can see how it would be. It's very dangerous. I do get lost in my lists sometimes... :D
• about 1 year, 7 months ago, reesetee said: from dictionary.com:
  
  –noun
  1. in Medicine: healthy or adequate nutrition or development.
  2. in Ecology: the state of being eutrophic.
  
  (Origin: 1715–25; < Gk eutrophía. See eu-, tropho-, -y3)
• about 1 year, 7 months ago, elfflame said: Thanks, resetee. I'm having fun. It's a great distraction.
• about 1 year, 7 months ago, reesetee said: Hi elfflame--am enjoying your lists. Glad to have you with us. :-)