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POEMS OF OSSIAN. 10$
The young heroes of Fingal fell,
Adorned with a robe of fame.
The fons of Louach fell,
The fix fons and the father.
The youth of Albion fell,
Slain are the heroes of Britain.
Fallen is the king of LethlJn's fon,
Who always gave us his aid.
Generous and manly was his heart ;
Strong, at all times, was his ann."
" But tell me, bard !
The fon of my fon, and of my loins,
Ofcar, how did he hew down the terrible battle ?
It were hard to relate,
Great were the taflc to tell,
The numbers flain in that battle.
Who fell by the arms of Ofcar.
Not fwifter the cataraft of a river.
Nor a hawk darting on a flight of birils ;
Not flronger the courfe of the foaming twrrent,
Than Ofcar in that battle.
He was, at laft,
Like a branch that oppofes a furious wind,
Or hke a tree which budding green
Refifts tlie ilroke of the woodman.
When he perceived the king of Eiin
In the midft of his hoft,
Forward Ofcar ruflied,
As rolls a wave to the fliore.
As Cairbar faw him approach,
He wielded his keen fpear,
And pierced him through with its point —
Our chief caufe of woe !
Nor yet did Ofcar turn.
But forward pufhed to Erin's kiiig :
A wound with might he gave.
Which proved the flrength of his blade.
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