The Battle Of Lora Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Fingal at his return from Ireland after he had expelled Swaran from that kingdom made a feast to all his heroes he forgot to invite Ma Ronnan and Aldo two chiefs who had not been along with him in his expedition They resented his neglect and went over to Erragon king of Sora a country of Scandinavia the declared enemy of Fingal The valor of Aldo soon gained him a great reputation in Sora and Lorma the beautiful wife of Erragon fell in love with him He found means to escape with her and to come to Fingal who resided then in Selma on the western coast Erragon invaded Scotland and was slain in battle by Gaul the son of Morni after he had rejected terms of peace offered him by Fingal In this war Aldo fell in a single combat by the hands of his rival Erragon and the unfortunate Lorma afterward died of grief | B |
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| SON of the distant land who dwellest in the secret cell do I hear the sound of thy grove or is it thy voice of songs The torrent was loud in my ear but I heard a tuneful voice Dost thou praise the chiefs of thy land or the spirits of the wind But lonely dweller of rocks look thou on that heathy plain Thou seest green tombs with their rank whistling grass with their stones of mossy heads Thou seest them son of the rock but Ossian's eyes have failed | C |
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| A mountain stream comes roaring down and sends its waters round a green hill Four mossy stones in the midst of withered grass rear their heads on the top Two trees which the storms have bent spread their whistling branches around This is thy dwelling Erragon this thy narrow house the sound of thy shells has been long forgot in Sora Thy shield is become dark in thy hall Erragon king of ships chief of distant Sora how hast thou fallen on our mountains How is the mighty low Son of the secret cell dost thou delight in songs Hear the battle of Lora The sound of its steel is long since past So thunder on the darkened hill roars and is no more The sun returns with his silent beams The glittering rocks and the green heads of the mountains smile | D |
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| The bay of Cona received our ships from Erin's rolling waves Our white sheets hung loose to the masts The boisterous winds roared behind the groves of Morven The horn of the king is sounded the deer start from their rocks Our arrows flew in the woods The feast of the hill is spread Our joy was great on our rocks for the fall of the terrible Swaran Two heroes were forgot at our feast The rage of their bosoms burned They rolled their red eyes in secret The sigh bursts from their breasts They were seen to talk together and to throw their spears on earth They were two dark clouds in the midst of our joy like pillars of mist on the settled sea they glitter to the sun but the mariners fear a storm | E |
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| Raise my white sails said Ma Ronnan raise them to the winds of the west Let us rush O Aldo through the foam of the northern wave We are forgot at the feast but our arms have been red in blood Let us leave the hills of Fingal and serve the king of Sora His countenance is fierce War darkens around his spear Let us be renowned O Aldo in the battles of other lands | F |
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| They took their swords their shields of thongs They rushed to Lumar's resounding bay They came to Sora's haughty king the chief of bounding steeds Erragon had returned from the chase His spear was red in blood He bent his dark face to the ground and whistled as he went He took the strangers to his feast they fought and conquered in his wars | G |
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| Aldo returned with his fame towards Sora's lofty walls From her tower looked the spouse of Erragon the humid rolling eyes of Lorma Her yellow hair flies on the wind of ocean Her white breast heaves like snow on heath when the gentle winds arise and slowly move it in the light She saw young Aldo like the beam of Sora's setting sun Her soft heart sighed Tears filled her eyes Her white arm supported her head Three days she sat within the hall and covered her grief with joy On the fourth she fled with the hero along the troubled sea They came to Cona's mossy towers to Fingal king of spears | H |
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| Aldo of the heart of pride said Fingal rising in wrath shall I defend thee from the rage of Sora's injured king Who will now receive my people into their halls Who will give the feast of strangers since Aldo of the little soul has dishonored my name in Sora Go to thy hills thou feeble hand Go hide thee in thy caves Mournful is the battle we must fight with Sora's gloomy king Spirit of the noble Trenmor when will Fingal cease to fight I was born in the midst of battles and my steps must move in blood to the tomb But my hand did not injure the weak my steel did not touch the feeble in arms I behold thy tempests O Morven which will overturn my halls when my children are dead in battle and none remains to dwell in Selma Then will the feeble come but they will not know my tomb My renown is only in song My deeds shall be as a dream to future times | I |
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| His people gathered around Erragon as the storms round the ghosts of night when he calls them from the top of Morven and prepares to pour them on the land of the stranger He came to the shore of Cona He sent his bard to the king to demand the combat of thousands or the land of many hills Fingal sat in his hall with the friends of his youth around him The young heroes were at the chase far distant in the desert The gray haired chiefs talked of other times of the actions of their youth when the aged Nartmor came the chief of streamy Lora | J |
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| This is no time said Nartmor to hear the songs of other years Erragon frowns on the coast and lifts ten thousand swords Gloomy is the king among his chiefs he is like the darkened moon amidst the meteors of night when they sail along her skirts and give the light that has failed o'er her orb Come said Fingal from thy hall come daughter of my love come from thy hall Bosmina maid of streamy Morven Nartmor take the steeds of the strangers Attend the daughter of Fingal Let her bid the king of Sora to our feast to Selma's shaded wall Offer him O Bosmina the peace of heroes and the wealth of generous Aldo Our youths are far distant Age is on our trembling hands | F |
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| She came to the host of Erragon like a beam of light to a cloud In her right hand was seen a sparkling shell In her left an arrow of gold The first the joyful mark of peace The latter the sign of war Erragon brightened in her presence as a rock before the sudden beams of the sun when they issue from a broken cloud divided by the roaring wind | K |
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| Son of the distant Sora began the mildly blushing maid come to the feast of Morven's king to Selma's shaded walls Take the peace of heroes O warrior Let the dark sword rest by thy side Choosest thou the wealth of kings Then hear the words of generous Aldo He gives to Erragon a hundred steeds the children of the rein a hundred maids from distant lands a hundred hawks with fluttering wing that fly across the sky A hundred girdles shall also be thine to bind high bosomed maids The friends of the births of heroes The cure of the sons of toil Ten shells studded with gems shall shine in Sora's towers the bright water trembles on their stars and seems to be sparkling wine They gladdened once the kings of the world in the midst of their echoing halls These O hero shall be thine or thy white bosomed spouse Lorma shall roll her bright eyes in thy halls though Fingal loves the generous Aldo Fingal who never injured a hero though his arm is strong | L |
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| Soft voice of Cona replied the king tell him he spreads his feast in vain Let Fingal pour his spoils around me Let him bend beneath my power Let him give me the swords of his fathers the shields of other times that my children may behold them in my halls and say 'These are the arms o | M |
James Macpherson
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