J. F. Campbell Collection > Report of the Committee of the Highland Society of Scotland, appointed to inquire into the nature and authenticity of the poems of Ossian

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Death and terror mix in the wound-dealing strife of hundreds.
As a cloud gives out its fire,
Each hero deals destruction.
Rocks and vales re-echoed their strokes,
Which sounded in rapid succession,
Like hammers that rise by turns on the anvil.
When the bar comes fiery red from the furnace.
* * *
The feast, prepared by hundreds, is in readiness ;
The plenteous repast of meat and of drink.
* * *
Carril, the graceful, as became him,
£Spoke] vÀih voice softer than the strain of music.
*' I bid thee welcome, O man of might I
Who hast come from the roaring of waters.
The varied feast prepared at our abode
Awaits thy liberal acceptance."
The prince of Lochlin's battling host
Delivered his ferocious words ;
*=' By me the call to your feast shall not be accepted
Until I compass your captives round j
Until I place within my ship
wake the fire ; three hundred choose the polished stones.
The feast is smoaking wide I Cuthullin — spoke to the son
of songs — " Rise, Carril of other times j carry my words
to Swaran. Tell him from the roaring of waters, that
Cuthullin gives his feast." — Old Carril went, with softest
voice. He called the king of dark-brown shields i "Rise
from the skins of thy chace, rise, Swaran king of groves !
Cuthullin gives the joy of shells. Partake the feast of
Erin's blue-eyed chief!" Hp answered like the sullen
sound of Cromla before a storm. " Though all thy
daughters, Inis-fail ! should stretch their arms of snow ; —
yet ry;ed as Lochlin's thousand rocks, here Swaran should
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