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

4^ FINGAL:
** The youth, with unconcern, went on ; his
lieroes by his fide. The fons of death fell by his
hand ; and Gormal echoed around.
«* Before the halls of Starno the fons of thfe chafe
convened. The king's dark brows were like clouds.
His eyes like meteors of night. " Bring hither,'
he cries, « Agandecca to her lovely king of Morven.
His hand is ftained with the blood of my people j
and her words have not been in vain."
*' She came with the red eye of tears. She cane
with herloofe raven locks. Her white breaft hea-
ved with fighs, like the foam of the ftreamy Lu-
bar. Starno pierced her fide with fteel. She fell
like a wreath of fnow that flides from the rocks of
Ronan ; when the woods are ftill, and the echo
deepens in the vale.
«' Then Fingal eyed his valiant chiefs, his vali-
ant chiefs took arms. The gloom of the battle
roared, and Lochlin fled or died. Pale, in his
bounding fhip he clofed the maid of the raven hair.
Her tomb afcends on Ardven, and the fea roars
xound the dark dwelling of Agandecca."
«* Blefled be her foul," faid CuchuUin, " and
blefled be the mouth of the fong. Strong was the
youth of Fingal, and flrong is his arm of age.
Xjochlin fliall fall again before the king of echoing
JMorven. Shew thy face froxn % cloud, O moon ;
light