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A POEM. 187
js feen, white as foamy waves that rife, by turns,
amidfi: x-ocks. They are beautiful, but they are
terrible, and mariners call the winds.
Come, ye dwellers of Loda ! Carchar, pale in
the midlt of clouds ! Sluthmor, that flrideft in airy
halls ! Corchtur, terrible in winds ! Receive from
his daughters fpear, the foes of Suran-dronlo.
No lliadow, at his roaring ftreams j no mildly-
looking form was he ! When he took up his fpear^,
the hawks fiiook their founding wings : fcr blooc^
was poured around the fteps of dark-eyed Suran-
dronlo.
He lighted me, no harmlefs beam, to glitter on
his ftreams. Like meteors, I was bi-ight, but I biaft-
ed the foes of Suran-dronlo * *******
Nor unconcerned heard Sul-malla, the praile of
Cathmor of fhields. He was within her foul, like
a fire in fecret heath, which awakes at the voice of
the blafb, and fends its beam abroad. Amidil the
fong removed the daughter of kings, like the fofp
found of a fummer breeze ; when it lifts the heads
of flowers, and curls the lakes and ftreams.
By night came a dream to Offian ; without form
ftood the fhadow of Trenmor. He leemed to
ftrike the dim fiiield, on Selma's ftreamy rock. I
rofe, in my rattling fteel ; I knew that war was
A a 2 near.
js feen, white as foamy waves that rife, by turns,
amidfi: x-ocks. They are beautiful, but they are
terrible, and mariners call the winds.
Come, ye dwellers of Loda ! Carchar, pale in
the midlt of clouds ! Sluthmor, that flrideft in airy
halls ! Corchtur, terrible in winds ! Receive from
his daughters fpear, the foes of Suran-dronlo.
No lliadow, at his roaring ftreams j no mildly-
looking form was he ! When he took up his fpear^,
the hawks fiiook their founding wings : fcr blooc^
was poured around the fteps of dark-eyed Suran-
dronlo.
He lighted me, no harmlefs beam, to glitter on
his ftreams. Like meteors, I was bi-ight, but I biaft-
ed the foes of Suran-dronlo * *******
Nor unconcerned heard Sul-malla, the praile of
Cathmor of fhields. He was within her foul, like
a fire in fecret heath, which awakes at the voice of
the blafb, and fends its beam abroad. Amidil the
fong removed the daughter of kings, like the fofp
found of a fummer breeze ; when it lifts the heads
of flowers, and curls the lakes and ftreams.
By night came a dream to Offian ; without form
ftood the fhadow of Trenmor. He leemed to
ftrike the dim fiiield, on Selma's ftreamy rock. I
rofe, in my rattling fteel ; I knew that war was
A a 2 near.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Morison's edition of the Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > (561) |
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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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