Ossian Collection > Fingal

POEM.
10'
Beside the fount of mofly ftones, the weary heroes reft. The tear
fteals in fecret from Annir : and he broke the rifing figh. Here
darkly reft, the hero faid, the children of my youth. — This ftone is
the tomb ofRuro: that tree founds over the grave of Argon. Do
ye hear my voice, O my fons, within your narrow houfe ? Or do
ye fpeak in thefe ruftUng leaves, when the winds of the defart rife ?
King of Inis-thona, faid Ofcar, how fell the children of youth?
The wild boar often ruflies over their tombs, but he does not di-
fturb the hunters. They purfue deer* formed of clouds, and bend
their airy bow. — They ftill love the fport of their youth ; and mount
the wind with joy.
* The notion of Oflian concerning the
ftate of the dcceafed, was the fame with
that of the ancient Greeks and Romans.
They imagined that the fouls purfued, in
their feparate flate, the employments and
pleafures of their former life.
jlrmaproculyCurrufquevirum miratur Inanis.
Slant terra defixee hajla, paffimque foluti
Per campuin pafcuntur equj, qua gratia
curruum
Armorumque fuh vlvis ; qua cura mtcr.tis
Pafcere equos, eadem fequitur tellure repojloi.
VlRG.
The chief beheld their chariots from afar;
Their fhining arms and courfers train'J
to war :
Their lances fix'd in earth, their fieeds
around.
Free from the harnef-, graze the flow'ry
ground.
The love of horfes which they had, alive.
And care of chariots, after death furvive.
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HoM.Odyff. II.
Now I the ftrength of Hercules behold,
A tow'ring fped^re of gigantic mold ;
Gloomy as night he flands in a£l to throw
Th' aerial arrow from the twanging bow.
Around his bread a wond'rous zone is roll'd
\Vhere woodland monfters grin in fretted
gold,
There fullen lions fternly feem to roar.
There war and havock and deftrudtion flood.
And vengeful murder red with human blood.
Pope.
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