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10 fingal:
bending spear. Feeble is the arm of battle ! but
strong the soul of the hero ! " Welcome ! O
son of INIatha," said Connal, " welcome art thou
to thy friends ! Why bursts that broken sigh,
from the breast of him who never feared before ?"
" And never, Connal, will he fear, chief of the
pointed steel ! I\Iy sOul brightens in danger ; in
the noise of arms. I am of the race of battle.
My fathers never feared.
" Corniar was the first of my race. He sport-
ed through the storms of waves. His black skiff
bounded on ocean ; he travelled on the wings of
the wind. A spirit once embroiled the night.
Seas swell, and rocks resound. Winds drive
along the clouds. The lightning flics on wings
of fire. He teared, and came to land : then
blushed that he feared at all. He rushed again
among the waves, to find the son of the wind.
Three youths guide tlie bounding bark ; he stood
with sword unsheathed. When the low-hung va-
pour passed, he took it by the curling head. He
searched its dark womb with his steel. The son
of the wind forsook the air. The moon and stars
returned ! Such was the boldness of my race.
Calmar is like his fathers. Danger flies from
the lifted sword. They best succeed who dare !.
bending spear. Feeble is the arm of battle ! but
strong the soul of the hero ! " Welcome ! O
son of INIatha," said Connal, " welcome art thou
to thy friends ! Why bursts that broken sigh,
from the breast of him who never feared before ?"
" And never, Connal, will he fear, chief of the
pointed steel ! I\Iy sOul brightens in danger ; in
the noise of arms. I am of the race of battle.
My fathers never feared.
" Corniar was the first of my race. He sport-
ed through the storms of waves. His black skiff
bounded on ocean ; he travelled on the wings of
the wind. A spirit once embroiled the night.
Seas swell, and rocks resound. Winds drive
along the clouds. The lightning flics on wings
of fire. He teared, and came to land : then
blushed that he feared at all. He rushed again
among the waves, to find the son of the wind.
Three youths guide tlie bounding bark ; he stood
with sword unsheathed. When the low-hung va-
pour passed, he took it by the curling head. He
searched its dark womb with his steel. The son
of the wind forsook the air. The moon and stars
returned ! Such was the boldness of my race.
Calmar is like his fathers. Danger flies from
the lifted sword. They best succeed who dare !.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian > Volume 3 > (20) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/77617249 |
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Description | Volume III. |
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Shelfmark | Oss.62 |
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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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