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425 A blast came whirliiig throiigli the copse,
It roused the cock of the heather.
With shrill cry he lifted his head ;
I myself started from my slumber,
And saw Morni on his cloud departing.
430 O'er the sea I pursued his track,
In shelter of the isle the skiff I found.
Propped against its side was the head of my Gaul,
Fast by his elbow lay his shield of war ;
Over its border half appeared the wound,
435 Around his spear's knob all purple flowing.
I lifted his helm ; his locks were seen,
In sweat-di'ops all disordered streaming.
Then burst forth the anguish of my soul ;
Hardly the hero raised his eye.
440 Death came, as a cloud upon the sun ;
Thy Oscar shalt thou see no more !
Clouded is Evòi'-coma's beauty now,
Her child all careless holds the head of the spear ;
Faint is her voice, her words are few.
445 With my hand I sought to raise her up ;
But she laid upon her son's head its palm,
While thick and fast her sighs arose.
OssiAN. — " My sweet child, vain is all thy
fondling !
Thy mother shall arise no more.
450 I myself will be thy father true,
But Evir-allin no longer in life remains.
It roused the cock of the heather.
With shrill cry he lifted his head ;
I myself started from my slumber,
And saw Morni on his cloud departing.
430 O'er the sea I pursued his track,
In shelter of the isle the skiff I found.
Propped against its side was the head of my Gaul,
Fast by his elbow lay his shield of war ;
Over its border half appeared the wound,
435 Around his spear's knob all purple flowing.
I lifted his helm ; his locks were seen,
In sweat-di'ops all disordered streaming.
Then burst forth the anguish of my soul ;
Hardly the hero raised his eye.
440 Death came, as a cloud upon the sun ;
Thy Oscar shalt thou see no more !
Clouded is Evòi'-coma's beauty now,
Her child all careless holds the head of the spear ;
Faint is her voice, her words are few.
445 With my hand I sought to raise her up ;
But she laid upon her son's head its palm,
While thick and fast her sighs arose.
OssiAN. — " My sweet child, vain is all thy
fondling !
Thy mother shall arise no more.
450 I myself will be thy father true,
But Evir-allin no longer in life remains.
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| Early Gaelic Book Collections > J. F. Campbell Collection > Dàn an Deirg agus Tiomna Ghuill (Dargo and Gaul) > (113) |
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| Description | Two poems, from Dr. [John] Smith's collection, entitled the Sean Dàna. Newly translated, with a revised Gaelic text, notes, and introduction, by C.S. Jerram. (There is another copy at Blair.97, DOD ID 77528263.) |
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| Shelfmark | Cam.1.g.48 |
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