Ossian Collection > Fingal, an ancient epic poem

258 L A T H M O K,
Son of Fingal, he faid, why burns the foul of ^
Caul ? My heart beats high. My fteps are dil-
ordered ; and my hand trembles on nny fword.
When I look towa ds- the foe, my foul lightens
before me, and I fee their fleeping hoft. Trem-
ble thus the fouls of the valiant in battles of the'
fpear? How would the foul of Morni rife if
we fhould rufh on the foe ! Our reriown would
grow in the fong ; and our fteps be {lately in the
eyes of the brave.
Son of Morni, I replied my foul delights in"
battle. I' delight to fhine in battle alone, and to*
give my name to the bards. But what if the foe"
Ihould prevail ; fhail I behold the eyes of the"
king } They are terrible irr hisdifpleafure, and"
like the flames of death. — But I will not behold'
them in his wrath. Oflian (hall prevail or fall.'-
But=(hall the fame of the vanquifhed rife. — They
pafs away like a fliadow. But the fame of OfTian'
fiiail rife. His deeds fhail be like his fathers. Let
us rufh in our arms ; fonxif Mornr, let us rufh tO"
battle. Gaul ! if thou {halt- return, go to Selma's
lofty wail. Tell to Everallin * that I fell with "
fume; carry this fword to Branno's daughter. Let
her give it to Ofcar, when the years of his youth"
fhail arife.
Son of Fingal, Gaul replied with a figh; will
I return after Oifian is low j — What would my
father fay, and Fingal king of men } The feeble
* Oflian. had married her a little time before.
The ftory of his courrfhip of this lady is introduc-
ed, asanepifode, in the fourth book of Fingal.
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