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A POEM. 125
cended night. I tore an oak from its hill, and
raised a flanie on high. I bade my fathers to
look down, from the clouds of their hall ; for,
at the fame of their race, they brighten in the
wind.
I took a stone from the stream, amidst the
song of bards. The blood of Fingal's foes hung
curdled in its ooze. Beneath, I placed, at in-
tervals, three bosses from the shields of foes, as
rose or fell the sound of Ullin's nightly song.
Toscar laid a dagger in earth, a mail of sound-
ing steel. We raised the mould around the
stone, and bade it speak to other years.
Oozy daughter of streams, that now art rear-
ed on high, speak to the feeble, O stone ! after
Selma's race have failed ! Prone, from the stor-
my night, the traveller shall lay him, by thy side :
thy whistling moss shall sound in his dreams ;
the years that were past shall return. Battles
rise before him, blue-shielded kings descend to
war : the darkened moon looks from heaven, on
the troubled field. He shall burst, with morn-
ing, from dreams, and see the tombs of warriors
round. He shall ask about the stone, and the
aged shall reply, "■ This grey stone was raised by
Ossian, a chief of other years ! "
cended night. I tore an oak from its hill, and
raised a flanie on high. I bade my fathers to
look down, from the clouds of their hall ; for,
at the fame of their race, they brighten in the
wind.
I took a stone from the stream, amidst the
song of bards. The blood of Fingal's foes hung
curdled in its ooze. Beneath, I placed, at in-
tervals, three bosses from the shields of foes, as
rose or fell the sound of Ullin's nightly song.
Toscar laid a dagger in earth, a mail of sound-
ing steel. We raised the mould around the
stone, and bade it speak to other years.
Oozy daughter of streams, that now art rear-
ed on high, speak to the feeble, O stone ! after
Selma's race have failed ! Prone, from the stor-
my night, the traveller shall lay him, by thy side :
thy whistling moss shall sound in his dreams ;
the years that were past shall return. Battles
rise before him, blue-shielded kings descend to
war : the darkened moon looks from heaven, on
the troubled field. He shall burst, with morn-
ing, from dreams, and see the tombs of warriors
round. He shall ask about the stone, and the
aged shall reply, "■ This grey stone was raised by
Ossian, a chief of other years ! "
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian > Volume 2 > (139) |
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Description | Volume II. |
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Shelfmark | Oss.61 |
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Description | "Translated by James Macpherson ; the engravings by James Fittler, A.R.A., from pictures by Henry Singleton." |
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Shelfmark | Oss.60-62 |
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Description | Selected books from the Ossian Collection of 327 volumes, originally assembled by J. Norman Methven of Perth. Different editions and translations of James MacPherson's epic poem 'Ossian', some with a map of the 'Kingdom of Connor'. Also secondary material relating to Ossianic poetry and the Ossian controversy. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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