The Death Of Carthullin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Cuthullin after the arms of Fingal had expelled Swaran from Ireland continued to manage the affairs of that kingdom as the guardian of Cormac the young king In the third year of Cuthullin's administration Torlath the son of Cantela rebelled in Connaught and advanced to Temora to dethrone Cormac Cuthullin marched against him came up with him at the lake of Lego and totally defeated his forces Torlath fell in battle by Cuthullin's hand but as he too eagerly pressed on the enemy he was mortally wounded The affairs of Cormac though for some time supported by Nathos as mentioned in the preceding poem fell into confusion at the death of Cuthullin Cormac himself was slain by the rebel Cairbar and the re establishment of the royal family of Ireland by Fingal furnishes the subject of the epic poem of Temora | B |
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| Is the wind on the shield of Fingal Or is the voice of past times in my hall Sing on sweet voice for thou art pleasant Thou carriest away my night with joy Sing on O Brag la daughter of car borne Sorglan | C |
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| It is the white wave of the rock and not Cuthullin's sails Often do the mists deceive me for the ship of my love when they rise round some ghost and spread their gray skirts on the wind Why dost thou delay thy coming son of the generous Semo Four times has autumn returned with its winds and raised the seas of Togorma since thou hast been in the roar of battles and Brag la distant far Hills of the isle of mist when will ye answer to his hounds But ye are dark in your clouds Sad Brag la calls in vain Night comes rolling down The face of ocean falls The heath cock's head is beneath his wing The hind sleeps with the hart of the desert They shall rise with morning's light and feed by the mossy stream But my tears return with the sun My sighs come on with the night When wilt thou come in thine arms O chief of Erin's wars | D |
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| Pleasant is thy voice in Ossian's ear daughter of car borne Sorglan But retire to the hall of shells to the beam of the burning oak Attend to the murmur of the sea it rolls at Dunsc i's walls let sleep descend on thy blue eyes Let the hero arise in thy dreams | E |
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| Cuthullin sits at Lego's lake at the dark rolling of waters Night is around the hero His thousands spread on the heath A hundred oaks burn in the midst The feast of shells is smoking wide Carril strikes the harp beneath a tree His gray locks glitter in the beam The rustling blast of night is near and lifts his aged hair His song is of the blue Togorma and of its chief Cuthullin's friend Why art thou absent Connal in the days of the gloomy storm The chiefs of the south have convened against the car borne Cormac The winds detain thy sails Thy blue waters roll around thee But Cormac is not alone The son of Semo fights his wars Semo's son his battles fights the terror of the stranger He that is like the vapor of death slowly borne by sultry winds The sun reddens in its presence the people fall around | F |
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| Such was the song of Carril when a son of the foe appeared He threw down his pointless spear He spoke the words of Torlath Torlath chief of heroes from Lego's sable surge He that led his thousands to battle against car borne Cormac Cormac who was distant far in Temora's echoing halls he learned to bend the bow of his fathers and to lift the spear Nor long didst thou lift the spear mildly shining beam of youth death stands dim behind thee like the darkened half of the moon behind its growing light Cuthullin rose before the bard that came from generous Torlath He offered him the shell of joy He honored the son of songs Sweet voice of Lego he said what are the words of Torlath Comes he to our feast or battle the car borne son of Cantela | G |
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| He comes to thy battle replied the bard to the sounding strife of spears When morning is gray on Lego Torlath will fight on the plain Wilt thou meet him in thine arms king of the isle of mist Terrible is the spear of Torlath it is a meteor of night He lifts it and the people fall death sits in the lightning of his sword Do I fear replied Cuthullin the spear of car borne Torlath He is brave as a thousand heroes but my soul delights in war The sword rests not by the side of Cuthullin bard of the times of old Morning shall meet me on the plain and gleam on the blue arms of Semo's son But sit thou on the heath O bard and let us hear thy voice Partake of the joyful shell and hear the songs of Temora | B |
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| This is no time replied the bard to hear the song of joy when the mighty are to meet in battle like the strength of the waves of Lego Why art thou so dark Slimora with all thy silent woods No star trembles on thy top No moonbeam on thy side But the meteors of death are there the gray watery forms of ghosts Why art thou dark Slimora why thy silent woods He retired in the sound of his song Carril joined his voice The music was like the memory of joys that are past pleasant and mournful to the soul The ghosts of departed bards heard on Slimora's side Soft sounds spread along the wood The silent valleys of night rejoice So when he sits in the silence of the day in the valley of his breeze the humming of the mountain bee comes to Ossian's ear the gale drowns it in its course but the pleasant sound returns again Slant looks the sun on the field gradual grows the shade of the hill | G |
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| Raise said Cuthullin to his hundred bards the song of the noble Fingal that song which he hears at night when the dreams of his rest descend when the bards strike the distant harp and the faint light gleams on Selma's walls Or let the grief of Lara rise the sighs of the mother of Calmar when he was sought in vain on his hills when she beheld his bow in the hall Carril place the shield of Caithbat on that branch Let the spear of Cuthullin be near that the sound of my battle may rise with the gray beam of the east | H |
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| The hero leaned on his father's shield the song of Lara rose The hundred bards were distant far Carril alone is near the chief The words of the song were his the sound of his harp was mournful | G |
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| Alcletha with the aged locks mother of car borne Calmar why dost thou look towards the desert to behold the return of thy son These are not his heroes dark on the heath nor is that the voice of Calmar It is but the distant grove Alcletha but the roar of the mountain wind Alcletha speaks 'Who bounds over Lara's stream sister of the noble Calmar Does not Alcletha behold his spear But her eyes are dim Is it not the son of Matha daughter of my love ' | - |
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| 'It is but an aged oak Alcletha ' replied the lovely weeping Alona 'It is but an oak Alcletha bent over Lara's stream But who comes along the plain sorrow is in his speed He lifts high the spear of Calmar Alcletha it is covered with blood ' | - |
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| Alcletha speaks 'But it is covered with the blood of foes sister of car borne Calmar His spear never returned unstained with blood nor his bow from the strife of the mighty The battle is consumed in his presence he is a flame of death Alona Youth of the mournful speed where is the son of Alcletha Does he return with his fame in the midst of his echoing shields Thou art dark and silent Calmar is then no more Tell me not warrior how he fell I must not hear of his wound ' Why dost thou look towards the desert mother of low laid Calmar | B |
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| Such was the song of Carril when Cuthullin lay on his shield The bards rested on their harps Sleep fell softly around The son of Semo was awake alone His soul fixed on war The burning oaks began to decay Faint red light is spread around A feeble voice is heard The ghost of Calmar came He stalked dimly along the beam Dark is the wound in his side His hair is disordered and loose Joy sits pale on his face He seems to invite Cuthullin to h | - |
James Macpherson
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