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 race of Fingal flood on thy
banks, like a wood in a fertile foil.
Keen were their fpears of ileel. Hardy^
was he who dared to encounter their
rage. Fillan the great was there. Thou
Ofcur wert there, my fon 1 Fingal him-
felf was- there, ftrong in the grey locks
of years. Full roie his finewy Hmbs j
and wide his (boulders fpread. The
unhappy met with his arm, when the
pride of his wrath arofe.
The fon of Morny came ; Gatil, the
talleft: of men. He ftood on the hill like
an oak ; his voice was like the dreams of
the hill. Why reigneth alone, he cries,
the fon of the mighty Corval ? Fingal is
not ftrong to fave: he is no fupport for
the people. I am ftrong as a rtorm in
the ocean; as a whirlwind on the hill.
Yield, fon of Corval; Fingal, yield to
OSCUR