Fragments Of Ancient Poetry, Fragment Vii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAEFG HIEJKLMNAFG M OPMMQPAPPMP ERMKEESPTMMAPUV APBWMM PM XYPMMMMZM EA2MMA2Z A2MB2MMC2 A2D2 E2A2EA2MM F2PA2F2 ERE M MMAFG2M D2G2MH2MM I2J2A2A2K2L2

Why openest thou afresh the spring ofA
my grief O son of Alpin inquiringB
how Oscur fell My eyes are blind withC
tears but memory beams on my heartD
How can I relate the mournful death ofA
the head of the people Prince of theE
warriours Oscur my son shall I see theeF
no moreG
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He fell as the moon in a storm asH
the sun from the midst of his courseI
when clouds rise from the waste of theE
waves when the blackness of the stormJ
inwraps the rocks of Ardannider I likeK
an ancient oak on Morven I moulderL
alone in my place The blast hath loppedM
my branches away and I trembleN
at the wings of the north Prince ofA
the warriors Oscur my son shall I seeF
thee no moreG
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DERMIDM
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DERMID and Oscur were one TheyO
reaped the battle together TheirP
friendship was strong as their steel andM
death walked between them to the fieldM
They came on the foe like two rocksQ
falling from the brows of Ardven TheirP
swords were stained with the blood ofA
the valiant warriours fainted at theirP
names Who was a match for OscurP
but Dermid and who for Dermid butM
OscurP
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THEY killed mighty Dargo in theE
field Dargo before invincible HisR
daughter was fair as the morn mildM
as the beam of night Her eyes likeK
two stars in a shower her breath theE
gale of spring her breasts as theE
new fallen snow floating on the moving heathS
The warriours saw her and loved theirP
souls were fixed on the maid EachT
loved her as his fame each mustM
possess her or die But her soul was fixedM
on Oscur my son was the youth ofA
her love She forgot the blood of herP
father and loved the hand that slewU
himV
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Son of Oscian said Dermid I loveA
O Oscur I love this maid But herP
soul cleaveth unto thee and nothingB
can heal Dermid Here pierce thisW
bosom Oscur relieve me my friendM
with thy swordM
-
My sword son of Morny shall neverP
be stained with the blood of DermidM
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Who then is worthy to slay me OX
Oscur son of Oscian Let not my lifeY
pass away unknown Let none but OscurP
slay me Send me with honour toM
the grave and let my death be renownedM
Dermid make use of thy swordM
son of Moray wield thy steel WouldM
that I fell with thee that my deathZ
came from the hand of DermidM
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They fought by the brook of theE
mountain by the streams of BrannoA2
Blood tinged the silvery stream andM
crudled round the mossy stones DermidM
the graceful fell fell and smiled inA2
deathZ
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And fallest thou son of MornyA2
fallest thou by Oscur's hand DermidM
invincible in war thus do I see thee fallB2
He went and returned to the maidM
whom he loved returned but she perceivedM
his griefC2
-
Why that gloom son of OscianA2
what shades thy mighty soulD2
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Though once renowned for the bowE2
O maid I have lost my fame Fixed onA2
a tree by the brook of the hill is theE
shield of Gormur the brave whom inA2
battle I slew I have wasted the dayM
in vain nor could my arrow pierce itM
-
Let me try son Oscian the skillF2
of Dargo's daughter My hands wereP
taught the bow my father delighted inA2
my skillF2
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She went He stood behind theE
shield Her arrow flew and pierced hisR
breast AE
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Footnote A Nothing was held by the ancient Highlanders more essential to their glory than to die by the hand of some person worthy or renowned This was the occasion of Oscur's contriving to be slain by his mistress now that he was weary of life In those early times suicide was utterly unknown among that people and no traces of it are found in the old poetry Whence the translator suspects the account that follows of the daughter of Dargo killing herself to be the interpolation of some later BardM
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Blessed be that hand of snow andM
blessed thy bow of yew I fall resolvedM
on death and who but the daughter ofA
Dargo was worthy to slay me Lay meF
in the earth my fair one lay me byG2
the side of DermidM
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Oscur I have the blood the soulD2
of the mighty Dargo Well pleased IG2
can meet death My sorrow I can endM
thus She pierced her white bosomH2
with steel She fell she trembled andM
diedM
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By the brook of the hill their gravesI2
are laid a birch's unequal shade coversJ2
their tomb Often on their green earthenA2
tombs the branchy sons of the mountainA2
feed when mid day is all in flamesK2
and silence is over all the hillsL2

James Macpherson



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