Ossian Collection > Fragments of ancient poetry, collected in the Highlands of Scotland, and translated from the Galic or Erse language

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T is night; and I am alone, forlorn
on the hill of dorms. The wind is
heard in the mountain. The torrent
flirieks down the rock. No hut re-
ceives me from the rain -, forlorn on the
hill of winds.
I
Rise, moon I from behind thy
clouds; ftars of the night, appear!
Lead me, fome light, to the place
where my love refts from the toil of the
chace ! his bow near him, unftrung;
his dogs panting around him. But here
I muft fit alone, by the rock of the
moffy ftream. The ftreani and the
wind roar; nor can I hear the voice of
my love.
Why delayeth my Shalgar, Vv'hytlie
Ibn of the hill, his prcmnfe? Plere is
the