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152 THE BATTLE OF LOIIA :
is the king among his chiefs ! he is like the dark-
ened moon, amidst the meteors of night ; when
they sail along her skirts, and give the light that
has failed o'er her orb." " Come," said Fingal,
" from thy hall, come, daughter of my love :
come from thy hall, Bosmiiia *, maid of streamy
IMorveii ! Nartmor, take the steeds of the strait-
gers. Attend the daughter of Fingal ! Let her
bid the king of Sora to our feast, to Selma's
shaded wall. Oft'er him, O Bosmina ! the peace
of heroes, and the wealth of generous Aldo, Our
youths are far distant. Age is on our trembling
hands ! "
She came to the host of Erragon, like a beam
of light to a cloud. In her right hand was seen
a sparkling shell. In her left an arrow of gold.
The first, the joyful mark of peace ! The latter
the sign of war. Erragon brightened in her pre-
sence as a rock, before the sudden beams of the
sun ; when they issue from a broken cloud, di-
vided by the roaring wind !
" Son of the distant Sora," began the mildly
blushing maid, *' come to the feast of INIorven's
king, to Selma's shaded walls. Take the peace
of heroes, O v.arrior ! Let the dark sword rest
• Bos-mliina, soft and tender hand. She was the
yoiuitrest of Fincal's children.
is the king among his chiefs ! he is like the dark-
ened moon, amidst the meteors of night ; when
they sail along her skirts, and give the light that
has failed o'er her orb." " Come," said Fingal,
" from thy hall, come, daughter of my love :
come from thy hall, Bosmiiia *, maid of streamy
IMorveii ! Nartmor, take the steeds of the strait-
gers. Attend the daughter of Fingal ! Let her
bid the king of Sora to our feast, to Selma's
shaded wall. Oft'er him, O Bosmina ! the peace
of heroes, and the wealth of generous Aldo, Our
youths are far distant. Age is on our trembling
hands ! "
She came to the host of Erragon, like a beam
of light to a cloud. In her right hand was seen
a sparkling shell. In her left an arrow of gold.
The first, the joyful mark of peace ! The latter
the sign of war. Erragon brightened in her pre-
sence as a rock, before the sudden beams of the
sun ; when they issue from a broken cloud, di-
vided by the roaring wind !
" Son of the distant Sora," began the mildly
blushing maid, *' come to the feast of INIorven's
king, to Selma's shaded walls. Take the peace
of heroes, O v.arrior ! Let the dark sword rest
• Bos-mliina, soft and tender hand. She was the
yoiuitrest of Fincal's children.
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/77618855 |
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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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