Cathloda - Duan Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H A A I J D K L M K A| Ossian after some general reflections describes the situation of Fingal and the position of the army of Lochlin The conversation of Starno and Swaran The episode of Corman trunar and Foina bragal Starno from his own example recommends to Swaran to surprise Fingal who had retired alone to a neighboring hill Upon Swaran's refusal Starno undertakes the enterprise himself is overcome and taken prisoner by Fingal He is dismissed after a severe reprimand for his cruelty | A |
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| WHENCE is the stream of years Whither do they roll along Where have they hid in mist their many colored sides | B |
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| I look unto the times of old but they seem dim to Ossian's eyes like reflected moonbeams on a distant lake Here rise the red beams of war There silent dwells a feeble race They mark no years with their deeds as slow they pass along Dweller between the shields thou that awakest the failing soul descend from thy wall harp of Cona with thy voices three Come with that which kindles the past rear the forms of old on their own dark brown years | C |
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| U thorno hill of storms I behold my race on thy side Fingal is bending in night over Duthmaruno's tomb Near him are the steps of his heroes hunters of the boar By Turthor's stream the host of Lochlin is deep in shades The wrathful kings stood on two hills they looked forward on their bossy shields They looked forward to the stars of night red wandering in the west Cruth loda bends from high like formless meteor in clouds He sends abroad the winds and marks them with his signs Starno foresaw that Morven's king was not to yield in war | D |
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| He twice struck the tree in wrath He rushed before his son He hummed a surly song and heard his air in wind Turned from one another they stood like two oaks which different winds had bent each hangs over his own loud rill and shakes his boughs in the course of blasts | E |
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| Annir said Starno of lakes was a fire that consumed of old He poured death from his eyes along the striving fields His joy was in the fall of men Blood to him was a summer stream that brings joy to the withered vales from its own mossy rock He came forth to the lake Luth cormo to meet the tall Corman trunar he from Urlor of streams dweller of battle's wing | F |
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| The chief of Urlor had come to Gormal with his dark bosomed ships He saw the daughter of Annir white armed Foina bragal He saw her Nor careless rolled her eyes on the rider of stormy waves She fled to his ship in darkness like a moonbeam through a nightly veil Annir pursued along the deep he called the winds of heaven Nor alone was the king Starno was by his side Like U thorno's young eagle I turned my eyes on my father | G |
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| We rushed into roaring Urlor With his people came tall Corman trunar We fought but the foe prevailed In his wrath my father stood He lopped the young trees with his sword His eyes rolled red in his rage I marked the soul of the king and I retired in night From the field I took a broken helmet a shield that was pierced with steel pointless was the spear in my hand I went to find the foe | H |
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| On a rock sat tall Corman trunar beside his burning oak and near him beneath a tree sat deep bosomed Foina bragal I threw my broken shield before her I spoke the words of peace Beside his rolling sea lies Annir of many lakes The king was pierced in battle and Starno is to raise his tomb Me a son of Loda he sends to white handed Foina to bid her send a lock from her hair to rest with her father in earth And thou king of roaring Urlor let the battle cease till Annir receive the shell from fiery eyed Cruth loda | A |
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| Bursting into tears she rose and tore a lock from her hair a lock which wandered in the blast along her heaving breast Corman trunar gave the shell and bade me rejoice before him I rested in the shade of night and hid my face in my helmet deep Sleep descended on the foe I rose like a stalking ghost I pierced the side of Corman trunar Nor did Foina bragal escape She rolled her white bosom in blood | A |
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| Why then daughter of heroes didst thou wake my rage | I |
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| Morning rose The foe were fled like the departure of mist Annir struck his bossy shield He called his dark haired son I came streaked with wandering blood thrice rose the shout of the king like the bursting forth of a squall of wind from a cloud by night We rejoiced three days above the dead and called the hawks of heaven They came from all their winds to feast on Annir's foes Swaran Fingal is alone in his hill of night Let thy spear pierce the king in secret like Annir my soul shall rejoice | J |
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| O Son of Annir said Swaran I shall not slay in shades I move forth in light the hawks rush from all their winds They are wont to trace my course it is not harmless through war | D |
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| Burning rose the rage of the king He thrice raised his gleaming spear But starting he spared his son and rushed into the night By Turthor's stream a cave is dark the dwelling of Conban carglas There he laid the helmet of kings and called the maid of Lulan but she was distant far in Loda's resounding hall | K |
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| Swelling in his rage he strode to where Fingal lay alone The king was laid on his shield on his own secret hill | L |
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| Stern hunter of shaggy boars no feeble maid is laid before thee No boy on his ferny bed by Turthor's murmuring stream Here is spread the couch of the mighty from which they rise to deeds of death Hunter of shaggy boars awaken not the terrible | M |
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| Starno came murmuring on Fingal arose in arms Who art thou son of night Silent he threw the spear They mixed their gloomy strife The shield of Starno fell cleft in twain He is bound to an oak The early beam arose It was then Fingal beheld the king He rolled awhile his silent eyes He thought of other days when white bosomed Agandecca moved like the music of songs He loosed the thong from his hands Son of Annir he said retire Retire to Gormal of shells a beam that was set returns I remember thy white bosomed daughter dreadful king away Go to thy troubled dwelling cloudy foe of the lovely Let the stranger shun thee thou gloomy in the hall | K |
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| A tale of the times of old | A |
James Macpherson
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