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

A POEM. 245;
My forrow T can end. She pierced her white bo-
fom with the fteel. She fell j flie trembled ; and
died.
By the brook of the hill their graves are laid ; a
birch's unequal fhade covers their tomb Often
on their green earthen tombs the branchy fons of
the mountain feed, when mid-day is all in flameSj
and (ilence ovei* all the hills.
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