![]() He wrote the books I Claudius and Claudius the God as semi-fictional histories of the Roman Imperial Family of the first century BCE. Robert Graves was not a poet, though he did translate several poems. ![]() Inexperienced in warfare, and the courtly pine.īut I, although slighted because I was not big,įought, trees, in your array on the field of Goddeu Brig. With the elder slow to burn amid fires that singe.Īnd the blessed wild apple laughing in prideįrom the Gorchan of Maeldrew, by the rock side. The dower-scattering yew stood glum at the fight's fringe, The swift-pursuing reed, the broom with his brood,Īnd the furse but ill-behaved until he is subdued. The unbeloved whitethorn who wears the same suit. Strong chieftains were the blackthorn with his ill fruit, I exalt him mightily to rulers of realms. Very wrathful was the vine whose henchmen are the elms Some of them were cast away on the field of fightīecause of holes torn in them by the enemy's might. The long-enduring poplars in battle much broke. The heath gave consolation to the toil-spent folk, The birch, though very noble, armed himself but late:Ī sign not of cowardice but of high estate. Turns not aside a foot-breadth, straight at the heart runs he. Uncouth and savage was the fir, cruel the ash tree. The hazel was arbiter and this charmed time. Great was the gorse in battle, and the ivy at his prime "Stout Guardian of the Door", his name in every tongue. With foot-beat of the swift oak heaven and earth rung He is armed with many spear-points wounding the hand. The holly, dark green, made a resolute stand Willow and rowan-tree were tardy in array. The alders in the front line began the affray. Under the tongue root a fight most dread, ![]() Wayfarers wandered, warriors were dismayedĪt renewal of conflicts such as Gwydion made In forms of the chief letters of the alphabet. Retreating from happiness they would fein be set I watched the trees and green things hastening along. ![]() Plum, quince, whortle, mulberry, respberry, pear,īlack cherry and white, with the sorb in me share.įrom my seat at Fefynedd, a city that is strong, I am fruit of fruits gathered from nine sorts of tree. Old Math ap Mathonwy knew no more than I.įor with nine sorts of faculty God has gifted me, I have plundered the fern, through all secrets I spy, The oak tops entangle, there is hope for trees. When the beech prospers, though spells and litanies The tops of the beech tree have sprouted of late,Īre changed and renewed from their withered state. "Under the tongue root a fight most dread,Īnd another raging, behind, in the head." The original poem was in celtic, and in the 50s or 60s was translated into english by a poet named Robert Graves. Post Full Response Edit Post Threaded displayĪccually, the lyrics to the famous deul of the fates is a line from "The Battle of the Trees" as is translated into sandscrit. > Does anybody know, where I can find them? > disturbing to me, that Duel Of Fates got lyrics but I can't sing, when I'm > The score IS one of the best John Williams ever composed. Lyrics for Qui-Gon's Funeral and Augie's Municipal band are also in that book. Here's the lyrics (as found in "Music From Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace by John Williams - Warner Bros. The cheapest is probably the sheet music for Duel of the Fates. The Lyrics can be found in any Piano Book containing Duel of the Fates.
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