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A FOEM. 67
'' of kings are around mc, yet my soul is dark.
'' Why have our fathers been foes, Ton-thormod
" love of maids !"'
''• Soft voice of the streamy isle," I said, '' why
*' dost thou mourn hy night ? The race of dar-
*' ins, Trenmor are not the dark in soul. Thou
" shalt not wander by streams unknown, bliie-
" eyed Oina-morul ! A^'ithin tliis bosom is a
" voice: it comes not to other ears : it bids Os-
" sian hear the hapless in their hour of woe.
'^ Retire, soft singer by night ! Ton-thormod
'• shall not mourn on his rock !"
With m.orning I loosed the king. T gave the
long-haired maid. j\Ial-orchal heard my words
in the midst of his echoing halls. '"^ King of
'' Fuarfed wild, why should Ton-thormod mourn?
'^ He is of the race of heroes, and a flame in
'' war. Your fathers hare been foes, but no^v
'^ their dim ghosts rejoice in death. They stretch
'' their hands of mist to the same shell in Loda.
'• Forget their rage, ye warriors ! it was the
*' cloud of other years."
Such were the deeds of Ossian, while yet his
locks were young : though loveliness, with a robe
of beams, clothed the daughter of many isles. We
call back, maid of Lutha^ the years that have
rolled away 1
'' of kings are around mc, yet my soul is dark.
'' Why have our fathers been foes, Ton-thormod
" love of maids !"'
''• Soft voice of the streamy isle," I said, '' why
*' dost thou mourn hy night ? The race of dar-
*' ins, Trenmor are not the dark in soul. Thou
" shalt not wander by streams unknown, bliie-
" eyed Oina-morul ! A^'ithin tliis bosom is a
" voice: it comes not to other ears : it bids Os-
" sian hear the hapless in their hour of woe.
'^ Retire, soft singer by night ! Ton-thormod
'• shall not mourn on his rock !"
With m.orning I loosed the king. T gave the
long-haired maid. j\Ial-orchal heard my words
in the midst of his echoing halls. '"^ King of
'' Fuarfed wild, why should Ton-thormod mourn?
'^ He is of the race of heroes, and a flame in
'' war. Your fathers hare been foes, but no^v
'^ their dim ghosts rejoice in death. They stretch
'' their hands of mist to the same shell in Loda.
'• Forget their rage, ye warriors ! it was the
*' cloud of other years."
Such were the deeds of Ossian, while yet his
locks were young : though loveliness, with a robe
of beams, clothed the daughter of many isles. We
call back, maid of Lutha^ the years that have
rolled away 1
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Shelfmark | Oss.79 |
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Description | " ... to which are prefixed, 'Dissertations on the aera and poems of Ossian translated by James Macpherson'". |
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Shelfmark | Oss.79-80 |
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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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