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

.3^- FINGAL:
Jiigh-bofom'd heaving fair. TI17 dog that overtakes
the wind. Give thefe to prove the vpeaknefs of
thine arm, and live beneath our power."
*» Tell Swaran, tell that heart of pride, that
Cuchullin never yields. I give him the dark-blue
rolling of ocean, or I give his people graves in
Erin ! Never fliall a ftranger have the lovely fun-
beam of Xkinfcaich ; nor ever deer fly on Lochlin's
hills before the nimble-footed Luath."
*< Vain ruler of the car," faid Morla, *' wilt thou
;f5ght the king ; that king whofe fhips of many
/groves could carry off thine Ifle ? So little is thy
green-hilled Ullin to the king of ftormy waves."
" In words I yield to many, Morla ; but this
fword {hall yield to none. Erin fliall own the
fway of Cormac, while Connal and Cuchullin Hve.
O Connal, firft of mighty men, thou haft heard
the words of Morla ; fhall thy thoughv: then be
of peace, thou breaker of the fhields? Spirit of
fallen Crugal ! why didft thou threaten us with
death ! The narrow houfe fhall receive me in the
midft of the light of renown. Exalt, ye fons of
Innis-fail, exalt the fpear and bend the bow j rufb
on the foe in darknefs, as the fpirits of ftormy
aights."
Then difmal, roaring, fierce, and deep the gloom
of battle rolled along j as mift ^ that is pour'd on
the