Ossian Collection > Morison's edition of the Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal

AN EPIG POEM. f^
fea-fowl when the waves expel them from th^
Ihore." Their found was like a thoufand ftreams
that meet in Cona's vale, when after a ftormy night,
they turn their dark eddies beneath the pale light
of the morning.
As the dark fhades of autumn fly over the hills
of grafs ; fo gloomy, dark, fuccellive came the
chiefs of Lochlin's echoing woods. Tall as the ■
ftag of Morven moved on the king of groves. His
fhining fhield is on his fide like a flame on ths.
heath at night, when the world is filent and dark,
and the traveller fcesfomeghoftfporting in thebeam.
A blafl: from the troubled ocean removed the
fettled mift. The fons of Innis-fail appear like a
ridge of rocks on the fljore.
" Go, Morla, go," faid Lochlin's king, «« and
offer peace to thefe. Ofl'er the terms we give to
kings when nations bow before us. When the
valiant are dead in war, and the virgins weeping
on the field."
Great Morla came, the fon of Swart, and fl:ately
ftrode the king of fiiields. He fpoke to Erin's
blue-eyed fon, among the lefi"er heroes.
*' Take Swaran's peace," the warrior fpoke,
«' the peace he gives to kings, when the n^ioa
bow before him. Leave UUin's lovely plains to
us, and give thy fpoule and day. Thy fpoufe
high-