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The story makes each heart but thine to bleed,
And fills both men and maids with keenest grief J
Behold thy daughter, beauteous as the sky
When early morn ascends yon eastern hills,
She lov'd the youth who by thy guile did die,
And now our ears with lamentations fills :
Tis she, who sad, and grovelling on the ground/
Weeps o'er his grave, and makes the woods resound,
A thousand graces did the maid adorn :
were charming, and her heart was kind*
flex eyes were like the windows of the morn,
wisdom's habitation was her mind.
A hundred heroes try'd her love to gain ;
She pity'd them, yet did their suits deny ;
Young Alb in only courted not in vain,
Albin alone was lovely in her eye :
Love fill'd their bosoms with a mutual flame ;
Their birth was equal, and their age the same.
Her mother Mey, a woman void of truth,
In practice of deceit and guile grown old,
Conceiv'd a guilty passion for the youth,
And in his ear the shameful story told :
But o'er his mind she never could prevail ;
For in his life no wickedness was found ;
With shame and rage he heard the horrid tale.»
And shook with indignation at the sound :
He fled to shun her ; while with burning wrath
The monster, in revenge, decreed his death.
Amidst Lochmey, at distance from the shore,
On a green island, grew a stately tree,
With precious fruit each season cover 'd o'er,
Delightful to the taste and fair to sec ;
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The story makes each heart but thine to bleed,
And fills both men and maids with keenest grief J
Behold thy daughter, beauteous as the sky
When early morn ascends yon eastern hills,
She lov'd the youth who by thy guile did die,
And now our ears with lamentations fills :
Tis she, who sad, and grovelling on the ground/
Weeps o'er his grave, and makes the woods resound,
A thousand graces did the maid adorn :
were charming, and her heart was kind*
flex eyes were like the windows of the morn,
wisdom's habitation was her mind.
A hundred heroes try'd her love to gain ;
She pity'd them, yet did their suits deny ;
Young Alb in only courted not in vain,
Albin alone was lovely in her eye :
Love fill'd their bosoms with a mutual flame ;
Their birth was equal, and their age the same.
Her mother Mey, a woman void of truth,
In practice of deceit and guile grown old,
Conceiv'd a guilty passion for the youth,
And in his ear the shameful story told :
But o'er his mind she never could prevail ;
For in his life no wickedness was found ;
With shame and rage he heard the horrid tale.»
And shook with indignation at the sound :
He fled to shun her ; while with burning wrath
The monster, in revenge, decreed his death.
Amidst Lochmey, at distance from the shore,
On a green island, grew a stately tree,
With precious fruit each season cover 'd o'er,
Delightful to the taste and fair to sec ;
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Description | Selected books from the Ossian Collection of 327 volumes, originally assembled by J. Norman Methven of Perth. Different editions and translations of James MacPherson's epic poem 'Ossian', some with a map of the 'Kingdom of Connor'. Also secondary material relating to Ossianic poetry and the Ossian controversy. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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