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

A POEM.
echoing hall. They came to woo the maid, the
ftately huntrefs of Tormoth wild. But thou look-
eft carelefs from thy fteps, high-bofomed Strina-
dono !
If on the heath fhe moved, her breaft was whiter
than the down of Cana ^ } if on the fea-beat fliore,
than the foam of the rolling ocean. Her eyes
were two ftars of light ; her face was heaven's bow
in fhowers ; her dark hair flowed round it, like
the ftreaming clouds. Thou wert the dweller of
fouls, white-handed Strina-dona !
Colgorm came, in his fhip, and Corcul-Suran,
king of fhells. The brothers cajne, from I-thorno,
to woo the fun-beam of Tormoth's ifle. She faw
them in their echoing fteel. Her foul was fix-
ed on blue-eyed Colgorm. Ul-lochlin's ^ nightly
eye looked in, and faw the tofling arms of Strina-
dona.
"Wrathful the brothers frowned. Their flaming
eyes, in filence, met. They turned away. They
ftruck their fhields. Their hands were trembling
on their fwords. They ruflied into the fl:rife of
heroes, for long-haired Strinadona.
Corcul-Suran fell in blood. On his ifle, raged
the ftrength of his father. He turned Colgorm,
from I-thorno, to wander on all the winds. In
jCrathmo-craulo's rocky field, he dwelt by a foreign
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