Ossian Collection > Fragments of ancient poetry, collected in the Highlands of Scotland, and translated from the Galic or Erse language

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The daughter of Rinval was near;
Crimora, bright in the armour of man t,
her hair loofe behind, her bow in her
hand. She followed the youth to the
war, Connal her much-beloved. She
drew the firing on Dargo ; but erring
pierced her Connal. He falls like an
oak on the plain ; hke a rock from the
iliaggy hill. What /hall fne do, hap-
lefs maid! — ?Ie bleeds; her Connal
dies. All the night long (lie cries, and
all the day, O Connal, my love, and my
friend I With grief the fad mourner
died.
Earth here inclofeth the lovelieft
pair on the hill. The grafs grows be-
tween the ftones of their tomb ; I fit in
the mournful fliade. The wind flghs
through the grafs ; and their memory
ruQies on my mind. Undifturbed you
now fleep together ; in the tomb of
the mountain you reft alone.
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