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An Imitation Of Macpherson's Ossian	A
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Dear are the days of youth Age dwells on their remembrance	B
through the mist of time In the twilight he recalls the	C
sunny hours of morn He lifts his spear with trembling hand	D
Not thus feebly did I raise the steel before my fathers	E
Past is the race of heroes But their fame rises on the	C
harp their souls ride on the wings of the wind they hear	F
the sound through the sighs of the storm and rejoice in	A
their hall of clouds Such is Calmar The grey stone marks	G
his narrow house He looks down from eddying tempests he	H
rolls his form in the whirlwind and hovers on the blast of	I
the mountain	A
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In Morven dwelt the Chief a beam of war to Fingal His	J
steps in the field were marked in blood Lochlin's sons had	K
fled before his angry spear but mild was the eye of Calmar	L
soft was the flow of his yellow locks they streamed like	M
the meteor of the night No maid was the sigh of his soul	N
his thoughts were given to friendship to dark haired	O
Orla destroyer of heroes Equal were their swords in	A
battle but fierce was the pride of Orla gentle alone	A
to Calmar Together they dwelt in the cave of Oithona	A
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From Lochlin Swaran bounded o'er the blue waves Erin's	J
sons fell beneath his might Fingal roused his chiefs to	P
combat Their ships cover the ocean Their hosts throng on	A
the green hills They come to the aid of Erin	A
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Night rose in clouds Darkness veils the armies But the	C
blazing oaks gleam through the valley The sons of Lochlin	A
slept their dreams were of blood They lift the spear in	A
thought and Fingal flies Not so the Host of Morven To	P
watch was the post of Orla Calmar stood by his side Their	Q
spears were in their hands Fingal called his chiefs they	R
stood around The king was in the midst Grey were his	J
locks but strong was the arm of the king Age withered not	S
his powers Sons of Morven said the hero to morrow we	H
meet the foe But where is Cuthullin the shield of Erin He	H
rests in the halls of Tura he knows not of our coming Who	P
will speed through Lochlin to the hero and call the chief	T
to arms The path is by the swords of foes but many are my	U
heroes They are thunderbolts of war Speak ye chiefs Who	P
will arise	J
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Son of Trenmor mine be the deed said dark haired Orla	C
and mine alone What is death to me I love the sleep of	I
the mighty but little is the danger The sons of Lochlin	A
dream I will seek car borne Cuthullin If I fall raise the	C
song of bards and lay me by the stream of Lubar	L
And shalt thou fall alone said fair haired Calmar Wilt	V
thou leave thy friend afar Chief of Oithona not feeble is	J
my arm in fight Could I see thee die and not lift the	C
spear No Orla ours has been the chase of the roebuck and	W
the feast of shells ours be the path of danger ours has	J
been the cave of Oithona ours be the narrow dwelling on the	C
banks of Lubar Calmar said the chief of Oithona	A
why should thy yellow locks be darkened in the dust of	I
Erin Let me fall alone My father dwells in his hall of	I
air he will rejoice in his boy but the blue eyed Mora	C
spreads the feast for her Son in Morven She listens to the	C
steps of the hunter on the heath and thinks it is the tread	X
of Calmar Let her not say 'Calmar has fallen by the steel	Y
of Lochlin he died with gloomy Orla the chief of the dark	Z
brow ' Why should tears dim the azure eye of Mora Why	U
should her voice curse Orla the destroyer of Calmar Live	A2
Calmar Live to raise my stone of moss live to revenge me	H
in the blood of Lochlin Join the song of bards above my	U
grave Sweet will be the song of Death to Orla from the	C
voice of Calmar My ghost shall smile on the notes of	I
Praise Orla said the son of Mora could I raise the	C
song of Death to my friend Could I give his fame to the	C
winds No my heart would speak in sighs faint and broken	A
are the sounds of sorrow Orla our souls shall hear the	C
song together One cloud shall be ours on high the bards	J
will mingle the names of Orla and Calmar	L
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They quit the circle of the Chiefs Their steps are to the	C
Host of Lochlin The dying blaze of oak dim twinkles through	P
the night The northern star points the path to Tura	P
Swaran the King rests on his lonely hill Here the troops	J
are mixed they frown in sleep their shields beneath their	P
heads Their swords gleam at distance in heaps The fires	J
are faint their embers fail in smoke All is hushed but	B2
the gale sighs on the rocks above Lightly wheel the Heroes	J
through the slumbering band Half the journey is past when	A
Mathon resting on his shield meets the eye of Orla It	C2
rolls in flame and glistens through the shade His spear is	J
raised on high Why dost thou bend thy brow chief of	I
Oithona said fair haired Calmar we are in the midst of	I
foes Is this a time for delay It is a time for	P
vengeance said Orla of the gloomy brow Mathon of Lochlin	A
sleeps seest thou his spear Its point is dim with the gore	P
of my father The blood of Mathon shall reek on mine but	B2
shall I slay him sleeping Son of Mora No he shall feel	Y
his wound my fame shall not soar on the blood of slumber	P
Rise Mathon rise The Son of Conna calls thy life is his	J
rise to combat Mathon starts from sleep but did he rise	J
alone No the gathering Chiefs bound on the plain Fly	U
Calmar fly said dark haired Orla Mathon is mine I	U
shall die in joy but Lochlin crowds around Fly through the	C
shade of night Orla turns The helm of Mathon is cleft	D2
his shield falls from his arm he shudders in his blood He	H
rolls by the side of the blazing oak Strumon sees him fall	E2
his wrath rises his weapon glitters on the head of Orla	C
but a spear pierced his eye His brain gushes through the	C
wound and foams on the spear of Calmar As roll the waves	J
of the Ocean on two mighty barks of the North so pour the	C
men of Lochlin on the Chiefs As breaking the surge in	A
foam proudly steer the barks of the North so rise the	C
Chiefs of Morven on the scattered crests of Lochlin The din	A
of arms came to the ear of Fingal He strikes his shield	F2
his sons throng around the people pour along the heath	G2
Ryno bounds in joy Ossian stalks in his arms Oscar shakes	J
the spear The eagle wing of Fillan floats on the wind	H2
Dreadful is the clang of death many are the Widows of	I
Lochlin Morven prevails in its strength	I2
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Morn glimmers on the hills no living foe is seen but the	C
sleepers are many grim they lie on Erin The breeze of	I
Ocean lifts their locks yet they do not awake The hawks	J
scream above their prey	P
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Whose yellow locks wave o'er the breast of a chief Bright	J2
as the gold of the stranger they mingle with the dark hair	P
of his friend 'Tis Calmar he lies on the bosom of Orla	C
Theirs is one stream of blood Fierce is the look of the	C
gloomy Orla He breathes not but his eye is still a flame	K2
It glares in death unclosed His hand is grasped in	A
Calmar's but Calmar lives he lives though low Rise	J
said the king rise son of Mora 'tis mine to heal the	C
wounds of Heroes Calmar may yet bound on the hills of	I
Morven	A
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Never more shall Calmar chase the deer of Morven with	L2
Orla said the Hero What were the chase to me alone Who	P
would share the spoils of battle with Calmar Orla is at	M2
rest Rough was thy soul Orla yet soft to me as the dew of	I
morn It glared on others in lightning to me a silver beam	N2
of night Bear my sword to blue eyed Mora let it hang in my	U
empty hall It is not pure from blood but it could not save	O2
Orla Lay me with my friend raise the song when I am dark	Z
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They are laid by the stream of Lubar Four grey stones mark	Z
the dwelling of Orla and Calmar When Swaran was bound our	P
sails rose on the blue waves The winds gave our barks to	P
Morven the bards raised the song	P2
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What Form rises on the roar of clouds Whose dark Ghost	Q2
gleams on the red streams of tempests His voice rolls on	A
the thunder 'Tis Orla the brown Chief of Oithona He was	J
unmatched in war Peace to thy soul Orla thy fame will not	S
perish Nor thine Calmar Lovely wast thou son of blue	P
eyed Mora but not harmless was thy sword It hangs in thy	U
cave The Ghosts of Lochlin shriek around its steel Hear	P
thy praise Calmar It dwells on the voice of the mighty	H
Thy name shakes on the echoes of Morven Then raise thy fair	P
locks son of Mora Spread them on the arch of the rainbow	R2
and smile through the tears of the storm	S2

George Gordon Lord Byron

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