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fliickl ; and he turns his eye on UlHn, that he may gladden his
fovil with the fong.
" CoLDA f Uved in the days of Trenmor. He piirfucd the deer
round Etha's bay. The woody banks echoed to his cry, and the
branchy fons of the mountain felh Minvela faw him from the
other fide. She would crofs .the bay in her bounding flvifF. A blaft
from the land of the ftrangers came. It turned the boat on the
llormy deep. Minvela rofe on its back. Colda heard her cries.
— ' I die,' flie faid, ' Colda ! my Colda, help me !'
" Night drew its mantle over the wave. Fainter her voice found-
ed in his ear; fainter it echoed from the llielving banks. Like the
diftant found of evening dreams, it died at length away, and
funk in night. — With morning he foiuid her on the founding-
beach. Her blood was mixt with the oozy foam. — He raifed her
gray flone on the fhore, nigh a fpreading oak and mxirmuring
bpook. The hunter knows the place, and often refts in the fliade
when the beams of the fun fcorch the plain with tlie noon-day
heato,
■f The epifode of Colda is often repeat- Ach thuirling dall-bhrat lu h oidhcUe
cd by itfclf, but the circumftances of the '^ <lh'fh^il"'ch a caoi-chor.-.
' 1 r • Mar fhuaim fruthain ann cein,
poem leave no room to doubt of its pro- ^^^.^.^ ^ ,^ ^.^^ ^^ ^^,^,^^_^^^
per place being here. As it is beautiful, .g air madaio annon'adh na tragha
and not long, I take the liberty of in- Fhuaras gun chail an og-bhean.
ferting it for the fake of the Galic reader. Thoge'n 'n cois .ragha a Icachd
Aig fruthan brain nan glasgheugaH ;
Ri linn Threinmhoir nan fgia' 'S iul don t Sealgair an t aite,
Riiaig Caoilte am fia' mu Eite ; Smor a bhaigh lis ann teas na gre'iae.
Thuit leis daimh chabrach nan cnoc, 'S bu chian do Chaoilte ri bron
'Scho-f hreagair gach Ibchd da eighe. Fcadh an lo, ann coillteach Eite,
Chunnaic Min-bhcul a gaol, 'S fad na li oidliclie cliluinnte a Icon;
•S le curach faoin chaldh na dhail. Chuircadh c air eoio an uifge deifina.
Slicid ofna choimheach gun bhaigh, Ach bhuail Treunmor beum-fgeitlie,
'S chuir i druim an aird air a barca. 'S da ionfuidii, le buaidh, Icitm Caoilte :
Chualas le Caoilte a glaodh Uigh air uigh phill a ghean,
" A Ghaoil, a Ghaoil, dean mo cho'iiadh." Chual e chliu, 's lean e'n t feilgc.
fliickl ; and he turns his eye on UlHn, that he may gladden his
fovil with the fong.
" CoLDA f Uved in the days of Trenmor. He piirfucd the deer
round Etha's bay. The woody banks echoed to his cry, and the
branchy fons of the mountain felh Minvela faw him from the
other fide. She would crofs .the bay in her bounding flvifF. A blaft
from the land of the ftrangers came. It turned the boat on the
llormy deep. Minvela rofe on its back. Colda heard her cries.
— ' I die,' flie faid, ' Colda ! my Colda, help me !'
" Night drew its mantle over the wave. Fainter her voice found-
ed in his ear; fainter it echoed from the llielving banks. Like the
diftant found of evening dreams, it died at length away, and
funk in night. — With morning he foiuid her on the founding-
beach. Her blood was mixt with the oozy foam. — He raifed her
gray flone on the fhore, nigh a fpreading oak and mxirmuring
bpook. The hunter knows the place, and often refts in the fliade
when the beams of the fun fcorch the plain with tlie noon-day
heato,
■f The epifode of Colda is often repeat- Ach thuirling dall-bhrat lu h oidhcUe
cd by itfclf, but the circumftances of the '^ <lh'fh^il"'ch a caoi-chor.-.
' 1 r • Mar fhuaim fruthain ann cein,
poem leave no room to doubt of its pro- ^^^.^.^ ^ ,^ ^.^^ ^^ ^^,^,^^_^^^
per place being here. As it is beautiful, .g air madaio annon'adh na tragha
and not long, I take the liberty of in- Fhuaras gun chail an og-bhean.
ferting it for the fake of the Galic reader. Thoge'n 'n cois .ragha a Icachd
Aig fruthan brain nan glasgheugaH ;
Ri linn Threinmhoir nan fgia' 'S iul don t Sealgair an t aite,
Riiaig Caoilte am fia' mu Eite ; Smor a bhaigh lis ann teas na gre'iae.
Thuit leis daimh chabrach nan cnoc, 'S bu chian do Chaoilte ri bron
'Scho-f hreagair gach Ibchd da eighe. Fcadh an lo, ann coillteach Eite,
Chunnaic Min-bhcul a gaol, 'S fad na li oidliclie cliluinnte a Icon;
•S le curach faoin chaldh na dhail. Chuircadh c air eoio an uifge deifina.
Slicid ofna choimheach gun bhaigh, Ach bhuail Treunmor beum-fgeitlie,
'S chuir i druim an aird air a barca. 'S da ionfuidii, le buaidh, Icitm Caoilte :
Chualas le Caoilte a glaodh Uigh air uigh phill a ghean,
" A Ghaoil, a Ghaoil, dean mo cho'iiadh." Chual e chliu, 's lean e'n t feilgc.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Blair Collection > Galic antiquities > (16) |
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Description | A selection of books from a collection of more than 500 titles, mostly on religious and literary topics. Also includes some material dealing with other Celtic languages and societies. Collection created towards the end of the 19th century by Lady Evelyn Stewart Murray. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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