Ossian Collection > Fingal

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Vlnvela come In her beauty, like the fliowery bow, when it (hews
its lovely head on the lake, and the fetting fun is bright. And fhe
comes, O Fingal ! her voice is foft but fad. ■^ .
ViNVELA.
My love Is a fon of the hill. He purfues the flying deer. His
gray dogs are panting around him ; his bow-ftring founds in the
wind. Doft thou reft by the fount of the rock, or by the noife of
the mountain-ftream ? the ruflies are nodding with the wind, the
mift is flying over the hill. I will approach my love unperceived,
and fee him from the rock. Lovely I faw thee firft by the aged oak
of Branno * ; thou wert returning tall from the chace ; the faireft
among thy frlende.
Shilric.
What voice is that I hear ? that voice like the fummer-wind.—
I fit not by the nodding rulhes ; I hear not the fount of the rock.
Afar, Vinvela f, afar I go to the wars of Fingal. My dogs attend
me no more. No more I tread the hill. No more from on high I
fee thee, fair-moving by the ftream of the plain j bright as the bow
of heaven j as the moon on the wefliern wave.
Vinvela.
Then thou art gone, O Shilric ! and I am alone on the hill. The
deer are feen on the brow; void of fear they graze along. No
more they dread the wind; no more the rufl:Ung tree. The hunter
* Bran, or Branno, flgnifies a mountain- cular one which falls into the Tay at Dun-
Jlieam : it is here feme river known by that keld.
name, in the days of Oflian. There are f Bhin-bheul, a woman with a melodious
feveral fmail rivers in the north of Scotland voice. Bb in the Galic Language has the
ftill retaining the name of Bran j in parti- fame found with the v in Englifij.
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