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

OF PASSAGES. 221
She requests that you, the chief of his heroes,
May go to bring her across the watery ridge ;
For she has resolved to remain in her hall,
Until Fingal go to demand her."
We bounded over the ridge of ocean,
We the chosen band of the son of Comhal of Morven .
Till we reached the white-looking Berghe
Where dwelt the love of the son of Comhal.
" Welcome art thou, O Fingal I"
Said the King of Lochlin to us,
** Here we are waiting thy arrival."
We sat down in the spacious Berghe,
And seven days we feasted.
While all his people were around the King of Lochlin,
* * *
As the strong blasts of wind
Which lay the trees of the pleasant Morvern low ;
As the streams which are heard to fall
From sides of adjoining mountains ;
As the fluttering of birds in the sun-shine
When the lowring storm begins to darken the sky ;
Such was the noise and tumult of the warriors
When polished darts began to descend.
heroes of might; sons of the distant isle I Three days with-
in my halls shall ye feast ; three days pursue my boars ;
that your fame may reach the maid who dwells in the se-
cret hail." Fingal, Book III. p. 264, 265.
As a hundred winds on Morven ; as the streams of a
hundred hills ; as clouds fly successive over heaven ; as the
dark ocean assails the shore of the desart : So roaring, so
vast, so terrible, the armies mixed on Lena's echoing
heath.
The groan of the people spread over the hills : it was