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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OAD ! I am fad indeed : nor fmall my
caufe of woe! — Kirmor, thou haft
loft no fon ; thou haft loft no daugh-
ter of beauty. Connar the valiant H ves ;
and Annir the faireft of maids. The
boughs of thy family flourifli, O Kir-
mor ! but Armyn is the laft of his
race.
Rise, winds of autumn, rife; blow
upon the dark heath ! ftreams of the
mountains, roar! howl, ye tempefts,
in the trees ! walk through broken
clouds, O moon! fliow by intervals thy
pale face 1 bring to my mind that fad
night, when all my children fell j when
Arindel the mighty fell ; when Daura
the lovely died.
Daura, my daughter! thou vvert
fair;