The Hard Strait Of The Feinne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Now of the hard strait of the Feinne this legend's verse shall tellA
When Fionn's men had fought and won and all with them was wellA
And victory on Erin's shores had given spoil which theyB
Alone could win whose swords of old were mightiest in the frayB
For in those days the bravest hand and not the craftiest brainC
Got gold and skill in gallant fight was found the surest gainC
Great Fionn's wont it was to give when foes had bled and brokeD
A feast to nobles and to chiefs and all the humble folkD
Upon the plain they sat and ate the meat which smoking cameE
From layers of stone well laid on pits half filled with charcoal flameE
Where 'neath the covering roof of turf that kept the heat aglowF
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The boar was quickly roasted whole with many a stag and roeF
And while the feast with laugh and jest gave careless time to mostG
Two watchers bold kept guard the while and gazed o'er sea and coastG
Two watchers good and keenly eyed sent out by Fionn to markH
If danger rode upon the sea with Norway's pirate barkH
Full well they watched although behind they heard the shouted songI
And knew the wine was bathing red the fair beards of the strongI
While chanted verse and music's notes arose upon the airJ
And the briny breeze itself half seemed a savoury steam to bearJ
Nor left their post when from the clouds the hailstones leaped to groundK
And plaids were wrapt o'er shoulders broad and o'er deep chests were woundK
But Fionn's plaid untouched lay yet upon the earth outspreadK
And white it grew as lichened rock or Prophet's hoary headK
Oh would it were all ruddy gold there lying thickly strewnL
What joy were ours to share alike and bear away each stoneM
And laughingly each filled his hands forgetful of the twainC
Their comrades good on guard who stood to watch the moor and mainC
But when their lonely vigil o'er they Roin and Aild cameE
And found how little friendship counts when played the spoiler's gameE
Sore angered that no hand for them had set apart a prizeN
They murmured With such men of greed all faith and kindness diesN
When thus they deal with us in peace how shall we fare when bloodK
Runs from the wounds to blind the eyes to aught but selfish goodK
They swore that they forgotten thus were better far awayB
And sailed to Lochlin's distant shore and served in her arrayB
Their fame was great in Norway's realm and love for Aild cameE
To melt the heart of Norway's queen a sudden quenchless flameE
She fled with Aild from the King and soon on Scotland's coastK
She trod a messenger of ill a danger to the hostK
Great Eragon far Lochlin's King was not the man to knowF
The blood mount hot at insult's stroke without an answering blowF
His dragon keels were rolled to waves that shouted welcome loudK
To glittering helm and painted shield beneath each spar and shroudK
Oh strong was Eragon in war in battle victor oftK
From many a rank from many a mast his banner streamed aloftK
With forty ships he set to sea and scores of glancing oarsO
Streaked white his wake on fiord and loch along the echoing shoresO
The Shetland Islands saw them pass where on the tides their sailsP
Shone like a flight of mighty swans fast borne on wintry galesP
Hoarse as the raven's note their oath rang over all the seasQ
False Fionn's host should bend and break before the Northern breezeQ
And southward onward still they steered and up Loch Leven boreR
As you may know for one great ship was lost upon the shoreR
The sunken rock on which she drove and inlet where she layB
Were called the Galley's Crag and Port and bear the name to dayB
They left her taking all her crew and landing near GlencoeI
On level ground their tents were set thick planted row on rowF
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To Fionn of the Feinne that day King Eragon sent wordK
To yield him homage or abide the hard doom of the swordK
But grievous then was Fionn's strait for thrice a thousand menS
His best and bravest far away were hunting hill and glenS
The wives the old and feeble folk alone were left and theseQ
He gathered asking how to blind the strangers of the seasQ
Then gave they counsel We are weak By thee must peace be soughtK
E'en though with massy store of gold the boon to day be boughtK
And if all this do not avail they said O Fionn thouT
Shouldst yield thy daughter as the price our ransom on her browT
Their messenger then offered these before the set of sunU
When flamed the wrath from Norway's King I ask not what I've wonU
Your master stands before you now my vengeance is my ownM
For Aild 's deed the Feinne as slaves in Norway shall atoneM
Back went the messenger in haste and sadly Fionn knewV
The threat was uttered by the strong against the old and fewV
But homeward from the forest soon he saw each hero's houndK
Come swiftly back in front of all he saw his Oscar boundK
And when the foremost hunters came he told their noble bandK
How fight was sought with them this day upon the Northern strandK
Then looked they for some ground whose strength would quickly hide and saveW
Their little force till gathering might gave fortune to the braveW
They dug four trenches deep where firs above the birches flungI
Red gnarled limbs that glowed at eve the dark green plumes amongI
There hidden silently they watched while rugged scarred and highX
Just at their rear a peak appeared to move against the styX
Steep were its rocky ledges strewn with jagged stones that layB
So loose one hand might send a mass on its resistless wayB
While from the neighbouring hills the mount was sundered by a glenS
Where lightly crossed the grey cloud mists but never mortal menS
Such was the chosen fort The Feinne into the trenches wentK
For succour through all Alban's realm their messengers were sentK
To the green slopes of deep Glencoe the warriors summoned cameE
Alas too few to brave in fight the men of Norway's nameE
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They held long counsel and the chief sent forth that hostage fairJ
His daughter with a chosen band his words of peace to bearJ
And Fergus his young son to speak on his behalf that theyB
Might change to love the king's black thought and all his wrath allayB
For Fergus' speech like ivy wreath o'er heart of rock could windK
Till tender thoughts like nestling birds would come and shelter findK
Wealth to awake the Northmen's greed should weight his tempting wordK
For quaichs of gold and precious belts and magic stones which stirredK
The torpid blood of all disease to vigorous life once moreR
And fivescore mares of iron grey and hunting hawks threescoreR
Were gifts to promise with good herds and cows with calves at sideK
They placed the maid upon a horse and bade her boldly rideK
With Fergus marching at her rein his comrades close at handK
They came to where the fleet and camp thick covered sea and landK
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And halting there young Fergus spake across a space of groundK
Unto the king who foremost stood with mailed men aroundK
He offered all the tribute rich and that fair lady proudK
But when he ceased a silence fell and then the answer loudK
In Eragon's deep voice rang forth Let Fionn bring me allY
All that he hath on earth and here let him before me fallY
Him and his wife before me here upon the shore that IX
May see them on their knees to me swear troth and fealtyK
While as they homage make I shall above them rear my bladeK
To spare or slay them at my feet if so their debt be paidK
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Then called in scorn the lady's voice No Eragon your mightK
Hath not across the broad salt seas brought such a host to fightK
As e'er shall cause my father's knees to bend to you in prayerR
Nor shall you ever call me bride or spoil of Erin wearR
She quickly turned her horse and went but Fergus stood and wavedK
The signal banner for the chief and for awhile he bravedK
The onset of the foe and fought until the evening fellA
Then gave the council their advice to Fionn It were wellA
That Aild should himself defy the king and man to manZ
With sevenscore 'gainst sevenscore contend before the vanZ
And thus they fought and Aild fell and Eragon defiedK
An equal band to equal fight for great had grown his prideK
Then paused and pondered Fionn long and doubted whom to askI
To lead in such a venture great and dare so grave a taskI
But Goll the son of Morna named at Fionn's call went forthA2
And matched with equal force back drove the boasters of the NorthA2
And yet again a band as strong was overcome and madeK
To own our heroes' swords were best when man to man arrayedK
But Eragon in fury cried his men should conquer yetK
For eight days more aye sevenscore 'gainst sevenscore were setK
And when the blood had flowed in streams to utter madness urgedK
Against the trenches of the Feinne their baffled army surgedK
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Then sparkled swords like gleams of light upon the ocean's sprayR
When tossed aloft to wind and sun where battling currents playR
In that fierce fray did Eragon the son of Morna greetK
And striking fast their mighty blades ascend and flashing meetK
Then sank the stranger king in death and Goll sore wounded fellA
Against the Northmen went the day and of their slain they tellA
That from Glen Fewich to the shore they lay and of the hostK
So few escaped that galleys twain alone left Scotland's coastK
Nay even they ne'er reached a port so that in Norway noneU
Could tell how Eragon revenged the deed by Aild doneU
But sorrow came upon the Feinne for all their strongest deadK
And Fionn found that from that time his fortune waned and fledK
For ne'er again in equal strength the Feinne in arms were seenB2
Since the dark days of Aild 's love and Norway's evil queenB2

John Campbell



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