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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OscuR my foil came down 5 the
mighty in battle defcended. His armour
rattled as thunder; and the lightning of
his eyes was terrible. There, was the
clafliing of fvvords; there, was the voice
of fteel. They flruck and they thruft ;
they digged for death with their fwords.
But death v/as diftant far, and delayed
to come. The fun began to declinej
and the cow-herd thought of home.
Then Ofcur's keen fteel found the heart
of Ullin. He fell like a mountain-oak
covered over with gllftering froft : He
fhone hke a rock on the plain.
Here the daughter of beauty lieth; and
here the braveft of men. Here one
day ended the fair and the valiant.
Here reft the purfuer and the pur-
'fued.
Son of Alpin! the woes of the aged
are many : their tears are for the paft.
This raifed my forrow, warriour; me-
mory