Ossian Collection > Fingal, an ancient epic poem

4 F I N G A L, B. T.
ra's ruftling gate ; the found of peace Is not its
voice. My licroes fl-iail hear on the hill.
He went and itruck the boiTy iliield. The hiJls
and their rocks replied. The found fpread along
the wood : deer ftart by the lake of roes. Cu-
rach * leapt from the founding rock ; ancl Connal
of the bloody fpear. Crugal's f breaft of fnow
beats high. The fon of Favi leaves the dark-
brovvn hind. It is the fliield of war, faid Ronnar,
the fpear of Cuchullin, faid Lugar. — Son of the
£ea put on thy arms ! Calmar lift thy founding
fleel ! Puno ! horrid hero, rife : Cairbar from
thy red tree of Cromla. Bend thy white knee,
O Eth ; and deicend from the ftreams of Lena. —
Ca-olt ftretch thy white fide as thou moveft along
the whiilling heath of Mora : thy fide that is white
as the foam of the troubled fea, w^hen the dark
Avinds pour it on the murmuring rocks of Cu-
thon %.
Now I behold the chiefs in the pride of their
former deeds ; their fouls are kindled at the bat-
tles cf old, and the a6tions of other times. Their
eyes are like flames of fire, and roll in fearch of
the foes of the land. — Their mighty hands are on
their fwords ; and lightning pours from their (ides
of i'iecl. — They came like flreams from the moun-
tains ; e?xh rufhed roaring from his hill. Bright
are the chiefs of battle in the armour of their fa-
thers. — Gloomy and dark their heroes followed,
* Cu-raoch hgnlhes i/jc 7nadnefs of battle.
•\ Cruth-geal - fnircomplexioned.
t Cu-thon — the mournful foiaul of ivaves.
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