Ossian Collection > Works of Ossian, the son of Fingal > Volumes 3 and 4

A N E P I C P O E M. 31
They fell , without tears , for the chief of rhe
people was low! Bran*) is howling at his feet:
gloomy Luath is fad, for he had often led them
to the chace-, to the bounding- roe of the defart.
When Ofcar faw his friends around , his
breaft arofe with {ighs. ■ The groiins , he
faid , of aged chiefs ; the howling of my dogs ;
the fudden burft of fongs of grief, have melted
Ofcar's foul. My foul, that never melted be-
fore; it was like the fteel of my fword.
Oiiian , carry me to my hills 1 Kaife the frones
of my renown. Place the horn of the deer,
and my fword , within my narrow dwelling. —
The torrent hereafter may raife the earth : the
hunter may find the lleel , and fay : ''This has
been Ofcar's fword."
And fallefl: thou , fon of my fame ! And
fhall I never fee thee , Ofcar 1 Wiien others
hear of their fons, I fhall not hear of thee.
The mofs is on thy four grey ftones ; the mourn-
ful
'^' ) Bran was one of Fingal's dogs. He was fo
remarkable for his fle'etnel's , that the poet , in a
piece which is not juft now in tlie translntcr's
hands, has giVen him the lame properties with
Virgil's Camilla. Braa fignines a moimtam - flream.