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BOOK IV. AN EPIC POEM, 147
He thrice attempted to rush to battle. He
thrice was stopt by Connal. " Chief of the isle
of mist," he said, " Fingal subdues the foe. Seek
not a part of the fame of the king ; himself is
like the storm !"
" Then, Carril, go," replied the chief, " go,
greet the king of Morven. When Lochlin falls
away like a stream after rain : when the noise
of the battle is past. Then be thy voice sweet
in his ear to praise the king of Selma ! Give
him the sword of Caithbat. Cuthullin is not
worthy to lift the arms of his fathers ! Come,
O ye ghosts of the lonely Cromla ! ye souls of
chiefs that are no more ! be near the steps of
Cuthullin ; talk to him in the cave of his grief.
Never more shall I be renowned, among the
mighty in the land. I am a beam that has
shone ; a mist that has fled away *° : when the
blast of the morning came, and brightened the
shaggy side of the hill ! Connal I talk of arms
*^ I a?n a beam that has shone, a mist that has fled away.]
" And our life shall joc^s away as the trace of a cloud, and shall
be dispersed as a mist that is driven away by the beams of the
sun, and overcome by the heat thereof." Wisdom of Solomon,
ji. 4.
He thrice attempted to rush to battle. He
thrice was stopt by Connal. " Chief of the isle
of mist," he said, " Fingal subdues the foe. Seek
not a part of the fame of the king ; himself is
like the storm !"
" Then, Carril, go," replied the chief, " go,
greet the king of Morven. When Lochlin falls
away like a stream after rain : when the noise
of the battle is past. Then be thy voice sweet
in his ear to praise the king of Selma ! Give
him the sword of Caithbat. Cuthullin is not
worthy to lift the arms of his fathers ! Come,
O ye ghosts of the lonely Cromla ! ye souls of
chiefs that are no more ! be near the steps of
Cuthullin ; talk to him in the cave of his grief.
Never more shall I be renowned, among the
mighty in the land. I am a beam that has
shone ; a mist that has fled away *° : when the
blast of the morning came, and brightened the
shaggy side of the hill ! Connal I talk of arms
*^ I a?n a beam that has shone, a mist that has fled away.]
" And our life shall joc^s away as the trace of a cloud, and shall
be dispersed as a mist that is driven away by the beams of the
sun, and overcome by the heat thereof." Wisdom of Solomon,
ji. 4.
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Description | Selected books from the Ossian Collection of 327 volumes, originally assembled by J. Norman Methven of Perth. Different editions and translations of James MacPherson's epic poem 'Ossian', some with a map of the 'Kingdom of Connor'. Also secondary material relating to Ossianic poetry and the Ossian controversy. |
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Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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