And might be ten to one for all he cared.”
The epic spirit contained in the last line needs no comment.
Again, here is a strong picture:
“Since Mananan, the Sea-God, first upthrew
The wild isle’s stony ribs unto the blue.”
And here a sweet one:
“… Then from her forehead fair
She brushed a silken ripple of bright hair
That from the flood of her rich tresses stole,
And looked with wordless love into his soul.”