Ossian Collection > Morison's edition of the Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal

FINGAL:
As ruflies a fl:ream<i of foam frcm the dark flia- '
dy deep of Cj omla ; when the thunder is roUing
above, and dark-brown night refts on half the hilL
So fierce, fo vaft, fo terrible, rufhed on the fons of
Erin. The chief, like a v;hale of ocean, whom all
his billows follow, poured valour forth as a ftream,
rolling his might along the Ihore.
The fons of Lochlin heard the noife as the found
of a winter-ftream. Swaran ftruck his bofly fliield,
and called the fon of Arno. " What murmur
rolls along the hill like the gathered flies of even-
ing? The fons of Innis-fail defcend, or ruftling
winds roar in the diftant wood. Such is the noife
of Gormal before the white tops of my waves arife.
O fon of Arno, afcend the hill and view the dark
face of the heath."
He went, andlrembling, fwift returned. His eyes
rolled wildly round. His heart beat high againft
his fide. His words were faultering, broken, flow.
*' Rife, fon of ocean, rife chief of the dark-
brown fliields. I fee the dark, the mountain-ftream
of the battle: the deep-moving ftrength of the fons
of Erin. — The car, the car of battle comes, like
the flame of death; the rapid car of Cuchullin, the
noble fon of Senio. It bends behind like a wave
near a rock j like the golden mift: of tlie heath.
Its fides are embofled with ftones, and fparkle like
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