The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron, in Seven Volumes Volume 1 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1819 Excerpt: ...to raise my stone of moss; live to revenge me in the blood of Lochlin Join the song of bards above my grave. Sweet will be the song of death to Orla, from the voice of Calmar. My ghost shall smile on the notes of praise. ---- Orla said the son of Mora, - could I raise the song of death to my friend? Could I give his fame to the winds? Noy my heart would speak in sighs; faint and broken are the sounds of sorrow. Orla I our souls shall hear the song together. One cloud shall be ours on high; the bards will nringle the names of Orla and Calmar. - They quit the circle of the chiefs/ Their steps are to the host of Lochlin. The dying blasse of oak dim-twinkles through the night. The northern star points the path to Tura. Swslran, the King, rests on his lonely hill/ Here the troops are mixed: they frown in sleep. Their shields beneath their heads. Their swords gleam, at a distance, in heaps. The fires are faint; their embers fail in smoke. All is hushed; but the gale sighs on the rocks above. Lightly wheel the heroes through the slumbering band. Half the journey is past, when Mathon, resting on his shield, meets the eye of Orla. It rolls in flame, and glistens through the shade:, his spear is rais'd on high. - Why dost thou bend thy brow, Chief of Oithona? - said lair-hair'd Calmar, - we are in the midst of foes. Is this a time for delay? ---- It is a time for ven1 geance, - said Orla, of the gloomy brow. - Mathon of Lochlinsleeps: seest thou his spear? Its point is dim with the gore of my father. The blood of Mathon shall reek on mine; but shall I slay him sleeping, son of Mora? No he shall feel his woitnd; my fame shall not soar on the blood of slumber / Rise, Mathon rise? the son of Gonnal calls j thy l..