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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VII.
vrrH Y openeft thou afrefli the fprmg of
my grief, O fon of Alpin, inquiring
how Ofcur fell ? My eyes are blind with
tears , but memory beams on my heart.
How can I relate the mournful death of
the head of the people I Prince of the
warriours, Ofcur my fon, fliall I fee thee
no more!
He fell as the moon in a ftorm; as
the fun from the midft of his courfe,
when clouds rife from the wafte of the
waves, when the blacknefs of the florm
inwraps the rocks of Ardannider. I, like
an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder
alone in my place. The biaft hath lop-
ped my branches away -, and I tremble
at the wings of the north. Prince of
the warriors, Ofcur my fon ! lliall 1 fee
thee no more !
Dermid