Ossian Collection > Temora, an ancient epic poem, in eight books

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did he forget green-headed Lumon ; he often bounded over his
feas, to where white-handed Flathal * looked from the hill of roes.
Lumon of the foamy ftreams, thou rifell on Fonar's foul.
Morning pours from the eart:. The mifty heads of the moun-
tains rife. Valleys fhew, on every fide, the grey-winding of their
ftreams. His hoft heard the fhield of Cathmor : at once they rofe
around ; like a crowded fea, when firfl: it feels the wings of the
wind. The waves know not whither to roll; they lift their troubled
heads.
Sad and flow retired Sul-malla to Lona of the ftreams. She
went — and often turned ; her blue eyes rolled in tears. But when
{he came to the rock, that darkly-ccvered Lona's vale : (he looked,
from her burfting foul, on the kin^; and funk, at once, behind.
•f Son of Alpin, ftrike the firing. Is there aught of joy in the
harp ? Pour it then, on the foul of Offian : it is folded in mift. —
I hear thee, O bard, in my night. But ceafe the lightly-tremb-
ling found. The joy of grief belongs to Offian, amidft his dark-
brown years.
Green thorn of the hill of ghofls, that fhakefl thy head to
nightly winds ! I hear no found in thee ; is there no fpirit's windy
* Flathal, heavenly, exguljiiely beautiful. Puail teud, mhic Alpain nam fon
She was the wife of Larthon. Ambail folas an clarfach na nceol .'
t The original of this lyric ode is one Taom air Offian, agus olTun gu trotn ;
of the'moft beautiful pafTages of the poem. 'Ta anam a fnamh an ceo.
The harmony and variety of its verfifica- Chualas u, bhaird, a m'oicha.
tion prove, that the knowledge of mufic Ach fuibhla' fon edrom uaim fcin, &c.
was confidcrably advanced in the days of A dhrcun uaina thulloch nan tais
OlTjan. A thaomas do chean air gaoith oicha, Sic.
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