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

A POEM. 195
Around him they rofe in wrath. No words
came forth : they feized their fpears. Each fouL
is rolled into itfelf. At length the fudden clang
is waked, on all their echoing fliields. Each
took his hill, by night ^j at intervals, they darkly
ftood. Unequal burfts the hum of fongs, betweea
the roaring wind. Broad over them rofe the
moon. In his arms, came tall Duth-maruno ; he
from Croma-charn of rocks, ftern hunter of the
boar. In his dark boat he rofe on waves, when
Crumthormoth ^ awaked its woods. In the chafe
he fhone, among his foes: No fear was thine,
Duth-maruno.
Son of Comhal, he faid, my fteps fhall be for-
ward through night. From this fhield I fhall view
them, over their gleaming tribes. Starno, of
lakes, is before me, and Swaran, the foe of ftran-
gers. Their words are not in vain, by Loda's
ftone of power. If Duth-mar^rlo returns not, his
fpoufe is lonely, at home, where meet two roaring
ftreams, on Crathmo-craulo's plain. Around are
hills, with their woods : the ocean is rolling near.
My fon looks on fcreaming fea-fowl, young wan-
derer of the field. Give the head of a boar to
Candona ^ , tell him of his father's joy, when the
briftly ftrength of I-thorno rolled on his lifted fpcar..
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