Ossian Collection > Original collection of the poems of Ossian, Orrann, Ulin, and other bards, who flourished in the same age

A HEROIC POEM. 131
colour is Ihe liair of the heroes? Woe to the wo-
man who obtained their favour? They are Cuthil
and hardy Conull, who would conquer with
rage; 1 carried back their heads, and their bodies
are under the same plain. What are the two
heads on thy left hand? Beautiful is their com-
plexion and their form? They are the heads of
Man us, and the great Buine, I judge; in their
possession was found the head of the Do^ on the
plains of Temora, of smooth streams^ What are
the six heads of the most exquisitely beautiful
form, I behold on the north side? Blue is thtjir
face, and squaint their eyes; dark is their hair, O
hardy Conull. Six brothers they are; there they
lie dead, and their mouth to the wind, the child-
ren of Caledin, of famous deeds, a race who were
inimicable to my love. Twenty andone,and twenty
hundred heads, without numbering the many
wounds of noble sons of chiefs, fell as a ransom
lor the head of fhc Doi?.