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

F I N G A L:
AN ANCIENT EPIC POEM.
BOOK III.'
« "QLEAS ANT are the words of the fong," faid
M. CuchuUin, « and lovely are the tales of o-
tlier times. They are like the calm dew of the
morning on the hill of roes, when the fun is faint
en its fide, and the lake is fettled and blue in the
•vale. O Carril, raife again thy voice, and let me
hear the fong of Tura : which was fung in my halls
of joy, when Fingal king of fliields was there, and
glowed at the deeds of his fathers."
" Fingal ! thou man of battle," faid Carril,
*' early were thy deeds in arms. Lochlin was con-
fumed in thy wrath, when thy youth ftrove with
the beauty of maids. They fmiled at the fair»
blooming face of the hero ; but death was in his
liands. He was ftrong as the waters of Lora.
His followers were like the roar of a thoufand
ftreams. They took the king of Lochlin in battle,
but reftored him to his fhips. His big heart fwell-
ed with pride ; and the death of the youth was
,dark in his foul. For none ever, but Fingal, over-
,came the ftrength of the mighty Starno ''.
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