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

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCEFGHIJKLMDDH A NDOLCPAJ DQQRSCTUV HWDRXY JZA2B2C2D2E2QF2A2QZA G2H2I2BZJ2I2I2ZK2ZZL 2DJ AM2JQAN2O2Z

RYNO ALPINA
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RYNOB
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The wind and the rain are overC
calm is the noon of day TheD
clouds are divided in heaven OverC
the green hills flies the inconstant sunE
Red through the stony vale comesF
down the stream of the hill Sweet areG
thy murmurs O stream but moreH
sweet is the voice I hear It is the voiceI
of Alpin the son of the song mourningJ
for the dead Bent is his head of ageK
and red his tearful eye Alpin thouL
son of the song why alone on the silentM
hill why complainest thou as aD
blast in the wood as a wave on theD
lonely shoreH
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ALPINA
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My tears O Ryno are for the deadN
my voice for the inhabitants of theD
grave Tall thou art on the hill fairO
among the sons of the plain But thouL
shalt fall like Morar and the mournerC
shalt sit on thy tomb The hills shallP
know thee no more thy bow shall lie inA
the hall unstrungJ
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Thou wert swift O Morar as aD
doe on the hill terrible as a meteor ofQ
fire Thy wrath was as the storm ofQ
December Thy sword in battle asR
lightning in the field Thy voice wasS
like a stream after rain like thunderC
on distant hills Many fell by thyT
arm they were consumed in the flamesU
of thy wrathV
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But when thou returnedst from warH
how peaceful was thy brow Thy faceW
was like the sun after rain like theD
moon in the silence of night calm asR
the breast of the lake when the loudX
wind is laidY
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Narrow is thy dwelling now darkJ
the place of thine abode With threeZ
steps I compass thy grave O thou whoA2
wast so great before Four stones withB2
their heads of moss are the only memorialC2
of thee A tree with scarce a leafD2
long grass which whistles in the windE2
mark to the hunter's eye the grave ofQ
the mighty Morar Morar thou artF2
low indeed Thou hast no mother toA2
mourn thee no maid with her tears ofQ
love Dead is she that brought theeZ
forth Fallen is the daughter of MorglanA
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Who on his staff is this who is thisG2
whose head is white with age whoseH2
eyes are red with tears who quakesI2
at every step It is thy father OB
Morar the father of none but theeZ
He heard of thy fame in battle he heardJ2
of foes dispersed He heard of Morar'sI2
fame why did he not hear of hisI2
wound Weep thou father of MorarZ
weep but thy son heareth thee notK2
Deep is the sleep of the dead low theirZ
pillow of dust No more shall he hearZ
thy voice no more shall he awake atL2
thy call When shall it be morn in theD
grave to bid the slumberer awakeJ
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Farewell thou bravest of menA
thou conqueror in the field but the fieldM2
shall see thee no more nor the darkJ
wood be lightened with the splendor ofQ
thy steel Thou hast left no sonA
But the song shall preserve thy nameN2
Future times shall hear of thee theyO2
shall hear of the fallen MorarZ

James Macpherson



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