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

A POEM. ?-39
They killed mighty Dargo in the field ; Dargo
who never fled in war. His daughter was fair as
the morn ; mild as the beam of night. Her eyes,
like two ftars in a fhower ; her breath, the gale of
fpring : her breafts, as the new fallen fnbw float-
ing on the moving heath. The warriors faw her^
and loved ; their fouls were fixed on the maid.
Each loved hei* as his fame ; each mufl: poflefs her^
or die. But her foul was fixed on Ofcar ; the fon
of Caruth was the youth of her love. She forgot
the blood of her father j and loved the hand that
flew him.
Son of Caruth, faid Dermld, I love ; O Ofcar^
I love this maid. But her foiil cleaveth unto thee *,
and nothing can heal Dermid. Here, pierce this
bofom, Ofcar; relieve me, my friend, with thy
fWord.
My fword, fon of Diaran, fhall never be ftained
%vith the blood of Dermid.
Who then is worthy to flay me, O Ofcar fon of
Caruth ? Let not my life pafs away unknown. Let
none but Ofcar flay me. Send me with honour to
the grave, and let my death be renowned^
Dermid, make ufe of thy fword 3 {on. of Diaran,
wield thy fteel. Would that I fell with thee ! that
my death came from the hand of Dermid !
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