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BOOK II. AN EPIC POEM.
tjs might along green Erin. Death dimly flrode
liehind his fword. The fons of Bolga fled, from
his courff, as from a ftrcam, that burfting from
the ftormy defart, rolls the fields together, with
all their echoing woods. Crothar " met him in
battle : but Alnecma's warriors fled. The king of
Atha flowly retired, in the grief of his foul. He,
afterwards, fhone in the fouth ; but dim as the
fun oi autumn ; when he vifits, in his robes of
mift, Lara of dark ftreams. The withered grafs
is covered with dew : the field, though bright, is
fad."
'* Why wakes the bard before me," faid Cath-
nior, " the memoi-y of thofe who fled ? Has fome
ghoft, from his dufky cloud, bent forward to thine
e^r ; to frighten Cathmor from the field with the
tales of Old ? Dwellers of the folds of night, your
voice is but a blaft to me ; which takes the gray
thiftle's head, and flrews its beard on flreams.
Within my bofom is a voice ; others hear it not.
His foul forbids the king of Erin to flirink back
from war."
Abafhed the.bard flarinks back in night : retired,
he bends above a ftream, his thoughts are on the
days of Atha, when Cathmor heard his foiig with
joy. His tears come rolling down : the winds are
in his beard.
EriD
tjs might along green Erin. Death dimly flrode
liehind his fword. The fons of Bolga fled, from
his courff, as from a ftrcam, that burfting from
the ftormy defart, rolls the fields together, with
all their echoing woods. Crothar " met him in
battle : but Alnecma's warriors fled. The king of
Atha flowly retired, in the grief of his foul. He,
afterwards, fhone in the fouth ; but dim as the
fun oi autumn ; when he vifits, in his robes of
mift, Lara of dark ftreams. The withered grafs
is covered with dew : the field, though bright, is
fad."
'* Why wakes the bard before me," faid Cath-
nior, " the memoi-y of thofe who fled ? Has fome
ghoft, from his dufky cloud, bent forward to thine
e^r ; to frighten Cathmor from the field with the
tales of Old ? Dwellers of the folds of night, your
voice is but a blaft to me ; which takes the gray
thiftle's head, and flrews its beard on flreams.
Within my bofom is a voice ; others hear it not.
His foul forbids the king of Erin to flirink back
from war."
Abafhed the.bard flarinks back in night : retired,
he bends above a ftream, his thoughts are on the
days of Atha, when Cathmor heard his foiig with
joy. His tears come rolling down : the winds are
in his beard.
EriD
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Morison's edition of the Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > (403) |
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Description | Selected books from the Ossian Collection of 327 volumes, originally assembled by J. Norman Methven of Perth. Different editions and translations of James MacPherson's epic poem 'Ossian', some with a map of the 'Kingdom of Connor'. Also secondary material relating to Ossianic poetry and the Ossian controversy. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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