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BOOK II. AN EPIC POEM. 35
fits, on the blaft which bend its trees. Pleaiant
is the fong of the morning from the bard of Erin,!
" The waves crowd away for fear : they bear
the found of thy coming forth, O fun ! Terrible is
thy beauty, fon of heaven, when death is folded
in thy locks ; when thou rolleft thy vapours before
thee, over the blafted hofl. But pleafant is thy
beam to the hunter, fitting by the rock in a ftorm,
when thou lookcft from thy parted cloud, and
brighteneft his dewy locks -, he looks down on the
ilreamy vale, and beholds the defcent of roes.
How long fhalt thou rife on war, and roll, a
bloody fliield, through heaven ? I fee the deaths
of heroes dark- wandering over thy face !"
*' Why wander the words of Carril ! does the
fon of heaven mourn ! he is unftained in his courfe,
ever rejoicing in his fire. Roll on, thou carelefs
light ; thou too, perhaps, muft fall. Thy dun
robe ^ may feize thee, ftruggling, in the fky.
" Pleafant is the voice of the ibng, O Carril, to
Oflian's foul ! It is like the Ihowcr of the morn-
ing, when it comes through the ruftling vale, on
which the fun looks through mifi:, juft rifing from
his rocks. But this is no time, O bard, to fit
down, at tl)« ftrife of fong. Fingal is in arms on
the yale. Thou feefi: the flaming fliield of the
E z kingo
fits, on the blaft which bend its trees. Pleaiant
is the fong of the morning from the bard of Erin,!
" The waves crowd away for fear : they bear
the found of thy coming forth, O fun ! Terrible is
thy beauty, fon of heaven, when death is folded
in thy locks ; when thou rolleft thy vapours before
thee, over the blafted hofl. But pleafant is thy
beam to the hunter, fitting by the rock in a ftorm,
when thou lookcft from thy parted cloud, and
brighteneft his dewy locks -, he looks down on the
ilreamy vale, and beholds the defcent of roes.
How long fhalt thou rife on war, and roll, a
bloody fliield, through heaven ? I fee the deaths
of heroes dark- wandering over thy face !"
*' Why wander the words of Carril ! does the
fon of heaven mourn ! he is unftained in his courfe,
ever rejoicing in his fire. Roll on, thou carelefs
light ; thou too, perhaps, muft fall. Thy dun
robe ^ may feize thee, ftruggling, in the fky.
" Pleafant is the voice of the ibng, O Carril, to
Oflian's foul ! It is like the Ihowcr of the morn-
ing, when it comes through the ruftling vale, on
which the fun looks through mifi:, juft rifing from
his rocks. But this is no time, O bard, to fit
down, at tl)« ftrife of fong. Fingal is in arms on
the yale. Thou feefi: the flaming fliield of the
E z kingo
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Morison's edition of the Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > (407) |
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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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