Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > Volume 2

A POEM. £P,3
she shrunk, darl«:cned, from the king. " Art thou fal-
len, bv thv liundred streams, O love of Conban-car-
glas 1" ' . , . .
U-thoniD, that rissst in waters ; on w'hose side are
the meteors of night ! I behold the dark moon descend-
ing behind thy echoing woods. On thy top dwells the
misty Loda, the house of the spirits of men. In the end
of his cloudy hall bends forward Cruth-loda of swords.
His form is dimly seen amidst his wavy mist. His
right-hand is on his shield : in his left is the half-viev/-
less shell. The roof of his dreadful hall is marked with
nightly iires.
The race of Cni.thloda advunce, a ridge of formless
shades. He reaches the sounding shell to those who
shone in war ; but, between him and the feeble, his
shipld rises, a crust of darkness. He is a setting meteor
to the weak in arms. Bright, as a rainbow on streams,
came white armed Conban-carglas.
1 Conhan-c.irgla?, from seeing the helmet of Swaran bloody in the
hands of I'int:;^!, conjectured tl-at that l^ero was killed. A part of
the original is lo>t. It appe-.irs, however, from the sequel of the po-
em, that the dani;hter of Forcul torno did net long survive her sur-
prise, occasioned by thesuppo>ed t'Ciith of her lover. The descrip-
tion of the airy hall of Loda ^which is supposed to be the same with
th.jtof Odirv, tlic deity of Scandinavia} is more picturesque and des«
criptivc, tlian any iii the £dda, or othci works of the northern Sc-aj-
Cat,