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

DAR-THULA :' 225
Nathos, like a wreath of fnow. Her dark hair
fpreads on his face, and their blood is mixing round.
** Daughter of CoUa thou art low !" laid Cair-
bar's hundred bards ; «« lilence is at the blue
ftreams of Selama, for Truthil's <^ race have failed.
When wilt thou rife in thy beaut)'-, firft of Erin's
maids ? Thy fleep is long in the lomb, and the
morning diftant far. The fun fhall not come to
thy bed, and lay, ** Awake Dar-thula ! awake,
thou firft of women ! the wind of fpring is abroad.
The flowers fhake their heads on the green hills,
the woods wave their growing leaves." Retire, O
fun, the daughter of CoUa is afleep. She will not
come forth in her beauty : flie will not move, in
the fteps of her lovelinefs."
Such was the fong of the bards, when they rai-
fed the tomb. I fung, afterwards, over the grave,
when the kin^ of Morven came ; wlren he came
to green UUin to fight with car-borne Cairbar.
NOTES ON
DAR-THULA:
» The addrefs to the moon is very beautiful in the origi-
nal. It is in a lyric mealure, and appears to have been
fung to the harp.
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