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A P O E M. 211
on the gale, the fear of their dreams ? Yes, you do awake them;
but I will not awake my brother of love till the morning come,
for his flrength is failed ; his fleep is heavy. — But the flies of night
dillurb thee, Finan. How {hall I keep them away ? Thy face,
with my own, I'll foftly cover ; but I will not difpel thy {lumber.
— Ah ! my brother, thou art cold. — Thou haft no breath — thou
art dead ! my brother ! O my brother !
" Her cries afcend on the rock. As I approach they flrike my
ear. The fea grows, and fhe perceives it not. She loads with
her cries the wind. The beating on her white breafl is loud ; the
howling of the gray dog is wild. My foul melts on the {liore with
grief. Often it bade me rufli to the relief of my child. But the
voice within me faid, ' Murno, thou art old and feeble ; the days
of thy cleaving the deep are over.'
The gathering wave lifts my children from the rock : it tof-
fes them on its brea{l to the fliore. There dark rocks meet
them with their force, and the fide of Lorma is torn. Her
blood tinges the wave : her foul is on the fame blafl with Finan,
" Sad, O my children, have you left yovir father: the name of
parent I will hear no more. I {land on the heath, a blafted oak;
no more {hall my branches flourifli. Avitumn is dark on the plain.
The trees are bare on the brown heath. Their leaves with the
fpring fliall return ; but no green leaf of mine fliall lift, in the
fummer-{hower, its head. The race of Alva is failed, like the
blue fmoke of its halls when the beam of the oak is decayed. —
Great is the caufe of Murno's grief; for one night hath feen him
without a child. Thy tomb, O Finan, is here ; and here thy grave,
O Lorma!"
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on the gale, the fear of their dreams ? Yes, you do awake them;
but I will not awake my brother of love till the morning come,
for his flrength is failed ; his fleep is heavy. — But the flies of night
dillurb thee, Finan. How {hall I keep them away ? Thy face,
with my own, I'll foftly cover ; but I will not difpel thy {lumber.
— Ah ! my brother, thou art cold. — Thou haft no breath — thou
art dead ! my brother ! O my brother !
" Her cries afcend on the rock. As I approach they flrike my
ear. The fea grows, and fhe perceives it not. She loads with
her cries the wind. The beating on her white breafl is loud ; the
howling of the gray dog is wild. My foul melts on the {liore with
grief. Often it bade me rufli to the relief of my child. But the
voice within me faid, ' Murno, thou art old and feeble ; the days
of thy cleaving the deep are over.'
The gathering wave lifts my children from the rock : it tof-
fes them on its brea{l to the fliore. There dark rocks meet
them with their force, and the fide of Lorma is torn. Her
blood tinges the wave : her foul is on the fame blafl with Finan,
" Sad, O my children, have you left yovir father: the name of
parent I will hear no more. I {land on the heath, a blafted oak;
no more {hall my branches flourifli. Avitumn is dark on the plain.
The trees are bare on the brown heath. Their leaves with the
fpring fliall return ; but no green leaf of mine fliall lift, in the
fummer-{hower, its head. The race of Alva is failed, like the
blue fmoke of its halls when the beam of the oak is decayed. —
Great is the caufe of Murno's grief; for one night hath feen him
without a child. Thy tomb, O Finan, is here ; and here thy grave,
O Lorma!"
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Blair Collection > Galic antiquities > (87) |
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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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