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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When the ftorms of the mountain
come ; when the north hfts the waves
on high ; I fit by the founding fhore,
and look on the fatal rock. Often by
the fetting moon I fee the ghofts of
my children. Indiftindl, they walk in
mournful conference together. Will
none of you fpeak to me ? — But they
do not regard their father.