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

J48 T E M O R A :
I RUSHED along. The grey mift rofe. — Tall, gleaming, they
ftood at Lubar. — Cathmor leaned againft a rock. His half-fallen
fhield received the ftream, that leapt from the mofs above. — To-
\vards him is the flride of Fingal : he faw the hero's blood. His
fword fell flowly to his f.de. — He fpoke, midfl his darkening
joy-
Yields the race of Borbar-duthul ? Or ftill does he lift the
fpear ? Not unheard is thy name, at Atha, in the green dwelling of
Grangers. It has come, like the breeze of his defart, to the ear of
Fingal. — Come to my hill of feafts : the mighty fail, at times.
No fire am I to low-laid foes : I rejoice not over the fall of the
brave. — To clofe * the wound is mine : I have known the herbs of
the hills. I feized their fair heads, on high, as they waved by their
fecret flreams. — Thou art dark and filent, king of Atha of Gran-
gers.
By Atha of the flream, he faid, there rifcs a mofly rock. On
its head is the wandering of boughs, within the courfe of winds.
Dark, in its face, is a cave, with its own loud rill. — There have I
heard the tread of flrangers-j-, when they pafled to my hall of fliells,
Joy
* Fingal Is very much celebrated, in tra- Highlanders. VTe hear of no other dif-
dition, for his knowledge in the virtues of order, which required the flvill of ph^fic.
herbs. The Irifh poems, concerning him. The wholfomenefs of the climate, and an
often reprefent him, curing the wounds ai^'ve life, fpent in hunting, excluded dif-
which i\is chiefs received in battle. They eafes.
fuble concerning him, that he was in pof- f The hofpitable difpofition of Cathmor
fcHion of a cup, containing tlie efience of was unparallelled. He refleds, with plea-
herbs, which inftanianeoufly healed wounds, fure, even in his laft mo.Tients, on the re-
The knowledge of curing the wounded, lief he had afforded to flrangers. The very
was, till of laie, univerfal among the tread of their feet was pleafant in his ear. —
His
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