
Lord Byron's "Oscar of Alva, a Tale" recounts the fate of the chieftain Angus's two sons at the ruined Highland seat of Alva, above Lora's shore. Angus's firstborn, dark-haired Oscar, possesses a hero's brave and feeling soul; his younger brother Allan, fair and pale, has a smooth tongue but a heart given to deadly vengeance. A noble maiden, Glenalvon's blue-eyed daughter, arrives from Southannon's tower with Kenneth's lands as her dower, and Oscar wins her as his bride, Mora, to Angus's delight. On the appointed nuptial day, amid pibroch and feasting in Alva's hall, Oscar fails to appear. Allan claims he last parted from him on the glade. Angus sends the clan searching for three sleepless days and nights, but Oscar is never found, and the grieving father is left tearing his gray locks and crying out for his son or for his assassin. Time passes; hope fades; and Mora, believing Oscar dead, transfers her affections to the fair-haired Allan. After a year of mourning, Angus consents to their marriage. At the new nuptial feast, a dark-robed stranger with a fierce eye and a plume of gory red enters uninvited, forces a toast to the health of the absent Oscar, and needles Allan until he trembles and spills his wine, crying out that he hears his murderer's voice. The stranger vanishes into a form in green tartan with a bare, wounded breast and a glassy, fixed eye — the spectral shape of Oscar himself — which smiles upon Angus and frowns upon Allan before being borne off by a whirlwind amid thunder. Angus swoons; when the leech is called to revive Allan, it is found that Allan's "race is run" — he dies on the spot. The narrative then reveals Oscar's body lying cold, his sable locks stirred by the wind, pierced by Allan's barbed arrow, left in dark Glentanar's vale: Allan, driven by ambition and jealousy (with Mora's eyes having stirred his wounded pride against his brother), had shot Oscar dead to clear his path to Mora and the succession. The poem closes on Allan's lonely, dishonored grave, set apart from the noble ancestral tomb of his clan, its banners stained with kindred blood, and declares that no minstrel or harp will ever sing a murderer's praise — only a dying father's curse and a brother's death-groan are remembered there. The tale ends with the reflection that Alva's race and towers now stand desolate, echoing only to the wind.
By Lord Byron · First published 1814 · Genre: Romantic Poetry, Narrative Poetry, Gothic · 10,331 words
How sweetly shines through azure skies, The lamp of heaven on Lora's shore; Where Alva's hoary turrets rise, And hear the din of arms no more!
But often has yon rolling moon On Alva's casques of silver play'd; And view'd at midnight's silent noon, Her chief's in gleaming mail array'd:
Oscar of Alva, a Tale is listed on Textopian as a novella by Lord Byron, dated 1814 CE.
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