The Works of Lord Byron Volume I Part 40

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But often has yon rolling moon, On Alva's casques of silver play'd; And view'd, at midnight's silent noon, Her chiefs in gleaming mail array'd:

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And, on the crimson'd rocks beneath, Which scowl o'er ocean's sullen flow, Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death, She saw the gasping warrior low; [i]

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While many an eye, which ne'er again [ii]

Could mark the rising orb of day, Turn'd feebly from the gory plain, Beheld in death her fading ray.

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Once, to those eyes the lamp of Love, They blest her dear propitious light; But, now, she glimmer'd from above, A sad, funereal torch of night.

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Faded is Alva's n.o.ble race, And grey her towers are seen afar; No more her heroes urge the chase, Or roll the crimson tide of war.

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But, who was last of Alva's clan?

Why grows the moss on Alva's stone?

Her towers resound no steps of man, They echo to the gale alone.

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And, when that gale is fierce and high, A sound is heard in yonder hall; It rises hoa.r.s.ely through the sky, And vibrates o'er the mould'ring wall.

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Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs, It shakes the shield of Oscar brave; But, there, no more his banners rise, No more his plumes of sable wave.

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Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth, When Angus hail'd his eldest born; The va.s.sals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn.

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They feast upon the mountain deer, The Pibroch rais'd its piercing note, [2]

To gladden more their Highland cheer, The strains in martial numbers float.

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And they who heard the war-notes wild, Hop'd that, one day, the Pibroch's strain Should play before the Hero's child, While he should lead the Tartan train.

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Another year is quickly past, And Angus hails another son; His natal day is like the last, Nor soon the jocund feast was done.

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Taught by their sire to bend the bow, On Alva's dusky hills of wind, The boys in childhood chas'd the roe, And left their hounds in speed behind.

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But ere their years of youth are o'er, They mingle in the ranks of war; They lightly wheel the bright claymore, And send the whistling arrow far.

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Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair, Wildly it stream'd along the gale; But Allan's locks were bright and fair, And pensive seem'd his cheek, and pale.

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But Oscar own'd a hero's soul, His dark eye shone through beams of truth; Allan had early learn'd controul, And smooth his words had been from youth.

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Both, both were brave; the Saxon spear Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel; And Oscar's bosom scorn'd to fear, But Oscar's bosom knew to feel;

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While Allan's soul belied his form, Unworthy with such charms to dwell: Keen as the lightning of the storm, On foes his deadly vengeance fell.

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From high Southannon's distant tower Arrived a young and n.o.ble dame; With Kenneth's lands to form her dower, Glenalvon's blue-eyed daughter came;

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