Ossian Collection > Fragments of ancient poetry, collected in the Highlands of Scotland, and translated from the Galic [sic] or Erse language

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the youth; the war, my love, is near.
To-morrow the enormous Dargo comes
to try the force of our race. The race of
Fingal he defies ; the race of battle and
■wounds.
Crimora.
-CoNNAL, I faw his fails like grey mifl
on the fable wave. They came to land.
•Connal, many are the warriors of
Dargo !
Con n al.
Br I N G me thy father's fhield ; theiron
fliield of Rinval ; that fhield like the
full moon when it is darkened in the
iky.
Crimora.