Ossian 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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An cuireadh tu mi fein o m' chrom ?
Thuirt an guth trom a's fàsa fuaim.
Dhomhsa dh'aomas feachd nan sonn ^
Seallam o m' thorn air an t-sluagh.
Is tuitidh iad mar luath nam f hianuis ;
O'm anail thig osag a' bhàis-
Thig mi mach gu h-ard air gaoith ;
Tha na stoirm a' taomadh shuas,
Mu'm mhala f huair fo ghruaim gun tuar. .
'S ciuin mo chòmhnuidh anns na neoily
Is taitneach raoin mhòr mo shuain.
Gabhsa còmhnuidh na do raoin,
Thuirt righ nach b'f haoin, 's a làmh air beirt ;
Neo cuimhnich mac Chumhail air raon,
'S lag do thanas -, — 's mòr mo neart.
Na ghluais mi mo cheum o'n bheinn
Gu'd thalla fein, air raon is ciuin ?
Na thachair mo shleagh am bheil feum.
An truscan nan speur ri guth
Fuathais dhuibh aig- crom chruth Loduiun ?
Dost thou force me from my place ? replied the hollow
voice. .The people bend before me. I turn the battle in
the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they
vanish : my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come
abroad on the winds : the tempests are before my face.
But my dwelling is calm above the clouds ; the fields of
my rest are pleasant.