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THE POEMS OF OSSIAN. 29
Pages 38, 39.
" His shattered shield beside him ;
While his hand still grasped his sword
His precious blood on every side
Flowed swiftly through his harness.
Page 41.
" Sad it is, my brave Oscar,
Thou good son of my son :
After thee I'm but feeble.
And after Erin's brave Feinn
The heavy curse of Art Aenir
Is on us to our great grief ;
From the East it me pursued,
Following me along the field.
Farewell to battle and to fame.
" His own son did no man mourn,
Nor did mourn his brother ;
As they saw how lay my son,
All did mourn for Oscar.
" When Oscar had heard Finn's wail,
Convulsive pangs did him seize ;
Both of his hands he stretched forth,
And his soft fair eyelid fell.
From us then Finn turned away
And shed many bitter tears,
But for Oscar and for Bran
Never did he shed a tear.

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