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CONLOCH AND CUHONA.
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20 Great Oscar, strong beneath a sliield 1
Oft did the hero stand beside thee,
Conloch, in time of wielding spears.
Oscar, anil his
other friends
who were in
the abode of
spirits.
The Ghost of Conloch.
Sleeps the sweet voice of Cona
In the hall amid the roar of stormy wind Ì
25 Sleeps Ossian of the valiant deeds.
When the deep sea rages round our home 1
In the isle no grave is to be seen.
How long shall our praise be unsung,
King of Selma of loud-echoing glen 1 "
Conloch an-
swers, com-
plaining that
ins tomb in
the stormy
! island was
I unbuilt, and
his death-
song unsung.
Ossian.
30 Woe is to Ossian that he sees thee not,
As powerless thou sittest on thy cloud !
hero ! art thou mist from Lano,
Or harmless sky-fire on the hill ?
What (is) the skirt of thine airy robe ?
35 Of what thy shadowy bow in the sky Ì
He is gone on a breath of wind,
Like a shadow under driving clouds.
Come down from thy wall, thou
Harp of the mighty ! with thy sound
Ossian bewails
his blindness,
which pre-
vented him
from seeing
his friend.
Conloeli's
ghost van-
ishes. Ossian
seizes his
harp, which
speedily sheds
' ' the lifiht of
unheard, son of resounding Selma?
Ossian. — that mine eyes could hehold tliee ! Thou sittest
dim on thy cloud ! Art thou like the mist of Lano — a half-
extinguished meteor of fire ? Of what are the skirts of thy robe 1
Of what is thine airy bow ? He is gone on his blast Hke the shade
of a wandering cloud. Come from thy wall, harp ! Let me hear