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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^hen I could take a hind by the ear.
Or descry the landmark beacon
In the dark and dismal night ;
Although I be this evening mournful and alone.
Without father, or son, or friend.
my son of fame ! sad is the cause of my sorrow.
While I moum by Cona of the slowly-moving stream^i
Where Fingal and Fillan are seen no more.
My sight and my hue have failed ;
But the grave cannot alter my afiection.
Blooming maid of the whitest hand !
Though I be aged and forlorn to-night
1 was called a hero of strength
When youth blossom'd over my form.
On the day that Eviralin of the beautiful hair
Took her departure along with me 1
The high-bosomed maid of whitest arm.
The daughter of Branno of silver cups.
Who disdained the love of Cormac.
Though she had denied every suitor.
Whether son of king or noble,
I resolved to go in suit of her.
With twelve men of the excellent people of Fingal.
We moved in the strength of youth.
sounding Cona ? My years have passed away in battle.
My age is darkened with grief !
Daughter of the hand of snow ! I was not so mournful
and blind. I was not so dark aid forlorn, when Everallin
loved me I Everallin with the dark-brown hair, the white-
bosomed daughter of Branno 1 A thousand heroes sought the
maid, she refused her love to a thousand. The sons of the
sword were despised : for graceful in her eyes was Ossian !
I went in suit of the maid to Lego's sable surge. Twelve
of my people ware there, the sons of streamy Morven! We