Aagla din
Rahemi kenta chhadikari tamke
Bisita laguche samiya
Ni thilabele tame ine.
Mor aink ni parbar dekhi
Aaru kichhu ketebele.
Raet ni sarbar ni sarbar din
Aaru muin hauchhen hapsi kechdei.
Morthanu kenke paleichha bhail tame
Mor e chhuri hebarta sat aai kain.
Kaan thirar lagi muin ni parbar rahi
morta kenta heba tamar
kede kede bepari helena phel ena
Aaru chhadikari palale na surat.
Aaru ken kaje mate deba kie kana
Phulmala aaru muin kahemi hela hela
Thik bujhagala.
Aagla din takichhe mate aaru
Tumke dekhabarkaje aaru ken kenta.
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Tha e ne (Kosli kabita)
Khet mor ta kudmi muin bunmi muin bija
Sabu karmi muin lata bachha palha rua
Daebar madabar gharke buhibar kam bhi mor.
Mate chhadidele aaru ni na kihe kehensithane
Kenta karmi karmi jenta jena chhadmi heta henu
Aaru ni jaen kahin.
Muin achhen e na aaru e na thibartak heba
Jenta karuthimi heta
Ni kalata heba heta kahebarta kenta alajuk aae.
Achhen muin morthane basuchhen uthuchhen gadhuchhen
Dekhuchhen karuchhen mor kam mor khete
Mor kala kam thanu kenta sikhla tume sikhi ja
Aaru tha e na.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Kena kana (Kosli poem)
Kenke jimi ho aaru karmi kana
e kame paemi kenu kete dam
Khaemi kana aaru rahemi kena
Kie achhe kena ho Kana thik kana bhul
Kahemi kentakari aaru janba kie
Han baluchha ki nein.
Kana heichhe and tume karuchha kana
Kie chhinhichhe kahake
Baigan gachhe phaluchhe bhendi
Kie dekhichhe kanje nachhuche
Pusha kukur kie janichhe aaru nachhuchhe
pahanpahanu ni janikari kichhu.
Bat achhe ken inu
Baharikari palabar kaje
Khujuchhen saj je kahemi
muin achhen a amka kan hauchhu ga
Aaru helebi kana kariparbu ken ketebele.
Where what
Where shall I go
What shall I do
What shall I get from where
Where is my share.
Who is where
Who is there to say
Right and wrong
And how he will say
Who knows yes or noes.
What has happened
What are you doing
Who recognized what
Lady finger is there
In brinjal tree
Who has seen the dance
Who has seen the pet dog
In the early morning.
Where is the path
To go out
I am in search of time
To say O so and so
What are you doing and
What shall you do me
See I am here as before.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Aambure (Kosli Poem)
E naed kana kaheba
Kaheba baele kaheba
Naed khandir aambure.
Baraph kenta kari pighilsi
Aaru hesi baed aame ni janbar.
Ni janbar jue kentakari jalsi dan dan
Aaru kakar padsi kenta adhratia.
Gurdu gurdu kana kana
Kahebarkaje dhaundhisi naed
Aaru ni kahe kichhu
Rahijaesi kenthane ni pade jana.
Muin ken jainsi haji
Kahake kenta kari kahemi
Mor itihas bhugol
Kiw kaheba mate paenli
Sabkar samne.
Heta henta hesi
Ni jani kihe ni kahipara.
Suna suna Raghaba
Kan karba sunikari ni pachhara
Tautar dalal budhijibimanku
kahebarta kenta kada
Sunikari jirabarta bhi henta.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Gunga Din
You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."
The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!" [Mr. Atkins's equivalent for "O brother."]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"
'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, [Water-skin.]
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
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Kentaje kejane (Kosli kabita)
Marbarta khali achhe agake
Kenta bala?
Bala ta jive had achhe baele.
Nipara ithirlagi tamebhi smilhei
Hemanakarsange.
Rakata susuchhan hemane
Kaelja khujuchhan hemane
Kahuchhan angurthanu aaru kenta
Mithalagta bo.
Ketnikete gadh
Maet paen sabuke misei
Karuchhan putla aaru hetake
Dekhauchhan sapan aaru
Kahuchhan sapan aamar
Itarupre ni kahipara kichhukihe.
Kentaje kejane marbarke aaichhan
Jenmane ni parbar mari
Aaru jenmane ni maru baluchhan
Ni parbar banchhi.
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Taki tha (Kosli poem)
e phirphirimane kenta usad hei kari kindruchan dekha ta
Dekha ta e bhursakirahmane paso aasi kari gharbhitarke
Guda karmu baluchan.
Han bala jentajenta kahi kahi galabelke muin
No kaheba kenaade kichhu aaru kahela baele
Barluti bag gudanu bag chua ke betinelabagir
Betinele ni kaheba mte kichhu.
asur heu ki parur amkasi gute bi ni aasi
e am gachhe aaru ladi heiche khali patar.
Tumar balad ta bada sutar hele paske gale
Marsi lad han balata kahuchen sonpurian mita.
Aaru ken ken katha ni kahela ken aaru hemane
kahuchhan taki tha
Taki tha taki tha Mahanadi khaend dhaskilajae.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ken Kathake Helua (Kosli Poem)
Ken kathake helua
Kanje dharala bhalu
Pitel peila inar andhar.
Ketnikete saja delana
E nar e andhar aaru muin
Bhabuchen eta mor tihar.
Puspunir mada itha khauchhu ta kha
Ni kaha na gurdu katha jamana badal gaya.
A pila tui nangala ni hela tak
Kari parbu kana mate ni lagbar.
Nakhartake lagauchhu kudher
Ujala take kahuchhu kala andhar.
Gulmal sabu ena arru ja ja daki aan
Pilamanke ghar bhitru.
Gulmal lagbarta ni se
Tumar kabar ni se jibarta kahar paske
Barluti jabardasti
Jena jenta achhe jenta
Badlu balu kenta baluchha kejane
Janhele badlisi ken kenta?
Gulmal ni lag ni lag baele bhi
Kie manba ni lagbar mate.
Thik ta ke thik kahebarkaje
Ketejan ina achan
Janbarke padbar tumke.
Muin achhe aaru morne achhe samia
Pher bhi helua helake sabu jauchhe
Chuilmudke aaru heta henu
Ni kahiparbar kahake.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Desire
Ah..... ah....
We may be big or small or black or white , eternally
And black and white is you and me in a special light
We may be young or old or in between ,but this much I know
Together we can learn to grow
In a world thats ever turning its back on you
If you give it all away ,
Make it mine ,ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
These are the golden years we get to live
We lead the way , tomorrow we can start today
In a special light
Love could be good or bad or in between
But this much I learn
Baby , you and I can learn
In a world thats rearranging its reality
If you give it all away
Make it mine , ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
Ah...
And its nice to light a fire
When its cold outside
If you give it all away
Make it mine , ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
(repeat last 3 lines of last verse and fade out )
song performed by Bee Gees
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Sea Of Heartbreak
Oh the lights in the harbour-our-our
They don't shine for me-ee-ee-ee
I'm like a lost shi-ip
Adrift on the sea-ea-ea
Sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh-oh how did I lose you-ou-ou
Oh where, where did I fai-ai-ail
Why-y-y-y did you leave me
Always to sai-ai-ai-ail
The sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh what I'd gi-ive to sail back to shore-ore
Back to your ar-ar-arms once more-ore-ore
Come to my rescue-ue-ue
Oh co-o-ome here to me-ee-ee
Oh-oh take me, take me and keep me-ee-ee
Away-ay-ay from the sea-ea-ea
Sea of heartbreaks, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh...ooh-ooh-ooh
On the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
On the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak [fade]
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Yoda Chant
Da din din da
Da din din da
Na tin tin na
Da din din da
Da din din da
Da din din da
Na tin tin na
Da din din da
Dit dit da
Terrigada dit na giggiteeta cut
Teeta guddygayna da
Terrigada dit na giggiteeta cut
Teeta guddygayna da
Terrigada dit na giggiteeta cut
Teeta guddygayna
Da din din da
Da din din da
Na tin tin na
Da din din da
Boom shakalakalaka
Boom shakalakalaka
Nyaaaaaaaaaa-ahh boom
Homina
Homina
Homina homina homina
Ba ba oom mow mow
Ba ba oom mow ma mow
Ba ba oom mow mow
Ba ba oom mow ma mow
Mmmmmmmmmm doggie (turn neck to left, make cracking sound)
Heh he heh
La la la, nice lady
Cutta cutta cutta cutta
Cuttyta nogayna noggy teeta cuddadit
Naw nay daw
Cuttyta nogayna noggy teeta cuddadit
Naw nay daw
Cuttyta nogayna noggy teeta cuddadit
Naw nay
Da da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta
Da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta
Da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta
Da da cuddagudda dit
Naw cuh-ta da
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Sabu Aachhe(Kosli Poem)
Sabu aachhe
E tamar bhitre
Khuji kari paele
janaadba buarpuo.
Tume purthi aae
Kuti kuti purthi aachhe
E tamar bhitre.
Khuja aaru dekha
Kede kede samudar
Aaru aaru kete kana
Tar bhitre aachhe
Tamar lagi.
Tame kenta dakuchha
Pher kahake
Aaru kie asikari
Khujideba kenu
Tumke tume ni khujle.
Muin khujuchhe mate
Dekhuchha ki nain
Khuja tume tumke
Jie jahake paeba aaga
Kaheba karuthila kana
Ni pauthilabele.
English version; -
Everything is here
Everything is within you
If you find these out
You are really the son of your father
You are the world
Crores of worlds are there
Within you
Search out
The seas
And all others
Are there only for you
Why are you calling others
Who is there to come and
Search you out
If you are not searching yourself
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poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Sakal paele
Sakal paele kana karuchha
Kabita lekhuchen
Dihipahare kana karuchha
Kabita lekhuchen
Raet hele kana karuchha
Kabita lekhuchhen
Tume kabi aae hentahele
Sabu dekhiparsa sabu janiparsa
Tamke juhar bua juhar.
Bhitiria kado parsa tame sabhakari
Kahesa kahiparsa sabhke bhai bhai
Karithisa gharghat aenkari.
Aaichhun paske bua
Tame kabi aae
Aaichun nuakhaira
Sajasaja jugrei
Aaichun tamke mudiamari.
Bhale bhale jau
E aagla bachhar bua
Hasakhusiki auna sabhe sabudhane
Mora balbarta ni thau
Kaharir pase
Matimaa ra jae jae hau
tamar Subhakamna Aamarlake aasu
Aasuthau aasuthau.
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Bisan
e makara bunuche jal
pakabarkaje mate e jale
aru muin baluchen
ni padeina ni padeina.
husiar achhe makara
dekha ni padabar kebhe
muin e makarara sutathi
patangibagir katlabelke ghera.
etar upre etar upre
kete upre achhe ni parena kahi
raet ke raet ni parein kahi
dinbeli paduchen sui.
suilebhi chadsi ken mate sapan
pachkepach pachkepach ainlina
makararathanu aru e bisan
thebe ni rakhi debar e jiban.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Taet
Pachas degla
sorsutar nain rahebar
god taltalala
thartharla hat
kain kainta aink nain disbar
gaintsabu chitkopotka
khaila baele nain jirbar
aaru hagamuta.
kentakari nachsan
kain karba janikari
pakharghare achhekie
kain karba janikari
kashi hela ki nain ganita
udla ki nain bel
kain sinema lagichhe
janikari bhi bhaida nain
nain kaha kichhi
nain lagibara jhumra
muin cheyichhen heta bhi nunhese
mte nain pachhrana
kahelata heba ki nain hue.
muin khula rakhichhen taet
jiba aasbar lukarthanu
sunmibalikari kainkainta
jenta mate nain subhe.
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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Quintus
Incipit Liber Sextus
Est gula, que nostrum maculavit prima parentem
Ex vetito pomo, quo dolet omnis homo
Hec agit, ut corpus anime contraria spirat,
Quo caro fit crassa, spiritus atque macer.
Intus et exterius si que virtutis habentur,
Potibus ebrietas conviciata ruit.
Mersa sopore labis, que Bachus inebriat hospes,
Indignata Venus oscula raro premit.
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The grete Senne original,
Which every man in general
Upon his berthe hath envenymed,
In Paradis it was mystymed:
Whan Adam of thilke Appel bot,
His swete morscel was to hot,
Which dedly made the mankinde.
And in the bokes as I finde,
This vice, which so out of rule
Hath sette ous alle, is cleped Gule;
Of which the branches ben so grete,
That of hem alle I wol noght trete,
Bot only as touchende of tuo
I thenke speke and of no mo;
Wherof the ferste is Dronkeschipe,
Which berth the cuppe felaschipe.
Ful many a wonder doth this vice,
He can make of a wisman nyce,
And of a fool, that him schal seme
That he can al the lawe deme,
And yiven every juggement
Which longeth to the firmament
Bothe of the sterre and of the mone;
And thus he makth a gret clerk sone
Of him that is a lewed man.
Ther is nothing which he ne can,
Whil he hath Dronkeschipe on honde,
He knowth the See, he knowth the stronde,
He is a noble man of armes,
And yit no strengthe is in his armes:
Ther he was strong ynouh tofore,
With Dronkeschipe it is forlore,
And al is changed his astat,
And wext anon so fieble and mat,
That he mai nouther go ne come,
Bot al togedre him is benome
The pouer bothe of hond and fot,
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1984
Someday they wont let you, now you must agree
The times they are a-telling, and the changing isnt free
Youve read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on tv
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Theyll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air
And tell that youre eighty, but brother, you wont care
Youll be shooting up on anything, tomorrows never there
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(mor-or-or-or-ore)
Im looking for a vehicle, Im looking for a ride
Im looking for a party, Im looking for a side
Im looking for the treason that I knew in 65
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(mor-or-or-or-ore)
1984
1984
1984 (mor-or-or-or-ore)
1984
1984 (mor-or-or-or-ore)
1984
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Cant Tame The Lion
In the midst of a dream I swear I saw you... standing there
In a sea of emotion with faithful devotion... you were there
In heat of the night under the street lights... once again
At the edge of the fire for the love of the jungle... again and again, oh yeah
They cant tame the lion
Cant tame the lion
They cant tame the lion
One night in detroit, yes I swear I saw you... standing there
In a summer of dreams down by the river... you were there
I remember... its all so clear
In the midst of a dream, yes I swear I say you... standing there
They cant tame the lion
Cant tame the lion
They cant tame the lion
In the midst of a dream I swear I saw you... standing there
In a sea of emotion with faithful devotion... you were there
I remember... its all so clear
In the embers of reckless years
In the midst of a dream I swear I saw you... standing there
They cant tame the lion
Cant tame the lion
They cant tame the lion
At the edge of the fire, for the love of the jungle
They cant tame the lion
Cant tame the lion
They cant tame the lion
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Embrace The Sunshine
Do you ever feel the cold at night
All only to feel it's warmth inside
Sick and war-ar-arm beneath the healing li-i-ight
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
I woke up late today without warmth all over me
As the sunshine reaches out, breaks through the trees
Leafy shadows crawl across my bedroom walls
I could feel the bree-ee-eeze
When I'm feeling down and all messed up within
I just remember the sun's warmth pulls me throu-ou-ough
I get outside and soak it up with my blue eyes
You can feel it too-oo-oo
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
E-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
I feel the strength, I feel the peace and harmony
Away from everything I learnt tranquility
All it has to give I take with open arms
Feel that sunbaked breeze
I want the feeling like the one I feel right now
I tried to know where, I'll find my space somehow
I need to get away, leave the night behind
I will find my way-ay-ay-ay-ay
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
E-e-embrace the sunshine, e-e-embra-ace
You got to e-e-embrace the sunshi-ine, e-e-embra-a-ace
Can you feel the warmth withi-i-i-i-i-in
Can you feel the warmth withi-i-i-i-i-in
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Eyes That See In The Dark
You're not meant to be alone I'll share your dream
I'll show you love you've never know-ow-own
Two flames together in the deep of the ni-i-ight
Up in your lo-ove -
Close by you, when you call, I'll take my stand
One chance to make or lose it a-a-all
This time my journey to wherever you are-are-are
I sail on your river, so far my love we'll never be fou-ound
If you believe we got eyes, that see in the dark
And the power of love lives for making you mi-ine
And in the light of close investiga-ation
Is it only my imagina-ation, I go-ot you, I got you
Moonlight shining on your face. my bridges burned
With all my tears that you repla-a-aced
Two hearts together is a beautiful si-i-ight
I'll take you to heaven, so far my love will follow you there-ere
If we believe we got eye-eyes that see in the dark
And the power of love lives for making you mi-ine
Am I the light of someone you need mor-ore of
Let me be that love you can be sur-ure of
Is it only my imagina-ation, I go-ot you
Like the eagle that flies in the su-u-un
I'll be lost in your fire before we are do-o-one
And the view from my window is brighter
Born to be all you nee-eed
We got eye-eyes that see in the dark
And the power of love lives for makin' you mi-ine
Am I the light of someone you need mor-ore of
Let me be that love you can be sur-ure of
Is it only my imagina-ation, I got you
We got eyes that see in the dark
And the power of love lives (fade)
song performed by Kenny Rogers
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Temora - Book VII
ARGUMENT.
This book begins about the middle of the third night from the opening of the poem. The poet describes a kind of mist, which rose by night from the Lake of Lego, and was the usual residence of the souls of the dead, during the interval between their decease and the funeral song. The appearance of the ghost of Fillan above the cave where his body lay. His voice comes to Fingal on the rock of Cormul. The king strikes the shield of Trenmor, which was an infallible sign of his appearing in arms himself. The extraordinary effect of the sound of the shield. Sul-malla, starting from sleep, awakes Cathmor. Their affecting discourse. She insists with him to sue for peace; he resolves to continue the war. He directs her to retire to the neighboring valley of Lona, which was the residence of an old Druid, until the battle of the next day should be over. He awakes his army with the sound of his shield. The shield described. Fonar, the bard, at the desire of Cathmor, relates the first settlement of the Fir-bolg in Ireland, under their leader Larthon. Morning comes. Sul-malla retires to the valley of Lona. A lyric song concludes the book.
From the wood-skirted waters of Lego ascend, at times, gray-bosomed mists; when the gates of the west are closed, on the sun's eagle eye. Wide, over Lara's stream, is poured the vapor dark and deep: the moon, like a dim shield, lay swimming through its folds. With this, clothe the spirits of old their sudden gestures on the wind, when they stride, from blast to blast, along the dusky night. Often, blended with the gale, to some warrior's grave, they roll the mist a gray dwelling to his ghost, until the songs arise.
A sound came from the desert; it was Conar, king of Inis-fail. He poured his mist on the grave of Fillan, at blue-winding Lubar. Dark and mournful sat the ghost, in his gray ridge of smoke. The blast, at times, rolled him together; but the form returned again. It returned with bending eyes, and dark winding of locks of mist.
It was dark. The sleeping host were still in the skirts of night. The flame decayed, on the hill of Fingal; the king lay lonely on his shield. His eyes were half clothed in sleep: the voice of Fillan came. "Sleeps the husband of Clatho? Dwells the father of the fallen in rest? Am I forgot in the folds of darkness; lonely in the season of night?"
"Why dost thou mix," said the king, "with the dreams of my father? Can I forget thee, my son, or thy path of fire in the field? Not such come the deeds of the valiant on the soul of Fingal. They are not a beam of lightning, which is seen and is then no more. I remember thee, O Fillan! and my wrath begins to rise."
The king took his deathful spear, and struck the deeply-sounding shield: his shield, that hung high in night, the dismal sign of war. Ghosts fled on every side, and rolled their gathered forms on the wind. Thrice from the winding vales arose the voice of deaths. The harps of the bards, untouched, sound mournful over the hill.
He struck again the shield; battles rose in the dreams of his host. The wide-tumbling strife is gleaming over their souls. Blue-shielded kings descended to war. Backward-looking armies fly; and mighty deeds are half hid in the bright gleams of steel.
But when the third sound arose, deer started from the clefts of their rocks. The screams of fowl are heard in the desert, as each flew frightened on his blast. The sons of Selma half rose and half assumed their spears. But silence rolled back on the host: they knew the shield of the king. Sleep returned to their eyes; the field was dark and still.
No sleep was thine in darkness, blue-eyed daughter of Conmor! Sul-malla heard the dreadful shield, and rose, amid the night. Her steps are towards the king of Atha. "Can danger shake his daring soul?" In doubt, she stands with bending eyes. Heaven burns with all its stars.
Again the shield resounds! She rushed. She stopt. Her voice half rose. It failed. She saw him, amidst his arms, that gleamed to heaven's fire. She saw him dim in his locks, that rose to nightly wind. Away, for fear, she turned her steps. "Why should the king of Erin awake? Thou art not a dream to his rest, daughter of Inis-huna."
More dreadful rings the shield. Sul-malla starts. Her helmet fails. Loud echoes Lubar's rock, as over it rolls the steel. Bursting from the dreams of night, Cathmor half rose beneath his tree. He saw the form of the maid above him, on the rock. A red star, with twinkling beams, looked through her floating hair.
"Who comes through night to Cathmor in the season of his dreams? Bring'st thou aught of war? Who art thou, son of night? Stand'st thou before me, a form of the times of old? a voice from the fold of a cloud, to warn me of the danger of Erin?"
"Nor lonely scout am I, nor voice from folded cloud," she said, "but I warn thee of the danger of Erin. Dost thou hear that sound? It is not the feeble, king of Atha, that rolls his signs on night."
"Let the warrior roll his signs," he replied, "To Cathmor they are the sounds of harps. My joy is great, voice of night, and burns over all my thoughts. This is the music of kings, on lonely hills, by night; when they light their daring souls, the sons of mighty deeds! The feeble dwell alone, in the valley of the breeze; where mists lift their morning skirts, from the blue-winding streams."
"Not feeble, king of men, were they, the fathers of my race. They dwelt in the folds of battle, in their distant lands. Yet delights not my soul in the signs of death! Lie, who never yields, comes forth: O send the bard of peace!"
Like a dropping rock in the desert, stood Cathmor in his tears. Her voice came, a breeze on his soul, and waked the memory of her land; where she dwelt by her peaceful streams, before he came to the war of Conmor.
"Daughter of strangers," he said, (she trembling turned away,) "long have I marked thee in thy steel, young pine of Inis-huna. But my soul, I said, is folded in a storm. Why should that beam arise, till my steps return in peace? Have I been pale in thy presence, as thou bid'st me to fear the king? The time of danger, O maid, is the season of my soul; for then it swells a mighty stream, and rolls me on the foe.
"Beneath the moss-covered rock of Lona, near his own loud stream; gray in his locks of age, dwells Clonmal king of harps. Above him is his echoing tree, and the dun bounding of roes. The noise of our strife reaches his ear, as he bends in the thoughts of years. There let thy rest be, Sul-malla, until our battle cease. Until I return, in my arms, from the skirts of the evening mist, that rises on Lona, round the dwelling of my love."
A light fell on the soul of the maid: it rose kindled before the king. She turned her face to Cathmor, from amidst her waving locks. "Sooner shall the eagle of heaven be torn from the stream of his roaring wind, when he sees the dun prey before him, the young sons of the bounding roe, than thou, O Cathmor, be turned from the strife of renown. Soon may I see thee, warrior, from the skirts of the evening mist, when it is rolled around me, on Lona of the streams. While yet thou art distant far, strike, Cathmor, strike the shield, that joy may return to my darkened soul, as I lean on the mossy rock. But if thou shouldst fall, I am in the land of strangers; O send thy voice from thy cloud, to the midst of Inis-huna!"
"Young branch of green-headed Lumon, why dost thou shake in the storm? Often has Cathmor returned, from darkly rolling wars. The darts of death are but hail to me; they have often rattled along my shield. I have risen brightened from battle, like a meteor from a stormy cloud. Return not, fair beam, from thy vale, when the roar of battle grows. Then might the foe escape, as from my fathers of old.
"They told to Son-mor, of Clunar, who was slain by Cormac in fight. Three days darkened Son-mor, over his brother's fall. His spouse beheld the silent king and foresaw his steps in war. She prepared the bow, in secret, to attend her blue-shielded hero. To her dwelt darkness at Atha, when he was not there. From their hundred streams, by night, poured down the sons of Alnecma. They had heard the shield of the king, and their rage arose. In clanging arms, they moved along towards Ullin of the groves. Son-mor struck his shield, at times the leader of the war.
"Far behind followed Sul-allin, over the streamy hills. She was a light on the mountain, when they crossed the vale below. Her steps were stately on the vale, when they rose on the mossy hill. She feared to approach the king, who left her in echoing Atha. But when the roar of battle rose; when host was rolled on host, when Son-mor burnt, like the fire of heaven in clouds, with her spreading hair came Sul-allin, for she trembled for her king. He stopt the rushing strife to save the love of heroes. The foe fled by night; Clunar slept without his blood; the blood which ought to be poured upon the warrior's tomb.
"Nor rose the rage of Son-mor, but his days were silent and dark. Sul-allin wandered by her gray stream. with her tearful eyes. Often did she look on the hero, when he was folded in his thoughts. But she shrunk from his eyes, and turned her lone steps away. Battles rose, like a tempest, and drove the mist from his soul. He beheld with joy her steps in the hall, and the white rising of her hands on the harp."
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poem by James Macpherson
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