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BOOK HI. T E M R A. 243
green leaves to the sun, and shakes its lonely head. The hum of
the mountain bee is near it j the hunter sees it, with joy, from
the blasted heatli.
Young Fillan, at a distance stood. His helmet lay glittering
on the ground. His dark hair is loose to the blast : a beam of
light is Clatho's son. He heard the words of the king with joy :
and leaned forward on his spear.
« My son," saitl car-borne Fingal ; " I saw thy deeds, and my
soul was glad. The fame of our fathers, I said, bursts from its
gathered cloud. Thou art brave, son of Clatho ; but headlong
in the strife. So did not Fingal advance, though he never feared
a foe. Let thy people be a, ridge behind ; they are thy strength
in the field. Then shalt thou be long renowned, and behold tlic
tombs of thy fathers. The memory of the past returns, my deeds
in other years : when first I descended from ocean on the grcen-
valleyed isle." We bend towards the voice of the king. The moon
looks abroad from her cloud. The gray-skirted mist is near, tlie
dwelling of the ghosts.
TEMORA:
green leaves to the sun, and shakes its lonely head. The hum of
the mountain bee is near it j the hunter sees it, with joy, from
the blasted heatli.
Young Fillan, at a distance stood. His helmet lay glittering
on the ground. His dark hair is loose to the blast : a beam of
light is Clatho's son. He heard the words of the king with joy :
and leaned forward on his spear.
« My son," saitl car-borne Fingal ; " I saw thy deeds, and my
soul was glad. The fame of our fathers, I said, bursts from its
gathered cloud. Thou art brave, son of Clatho ; but headlong
in the strife. So did not Fingal advance, though he never feared
a foe. Let thy people be a, ridge behind ; they are thy strength
in the field. Then shalt thou be long renowned, and behold tlic
tombs of thy fathers. The memory of the past returns, my deeds
in other years : when first I descended from ocean on the grcen-
valleyed isle." We bend towards the voice of the king. The moon
looks abroad from her cloud. The gray-skirted mist is near, tlie
dwelling of the ghosts.
TEMORA:
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| Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > (255) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/77926348 |
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| Description | Translated by James Macpherson. |
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| Shelfmark | Oss.59 |
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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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