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A N E P 1 C P O E M. 43
AVe came forth at the Avords of the chief.
We faw him in his ftrength. He was like thy
youth , o Fingal , when thou firil didft lift the
fpear. His face was like the plain of the
fun 5 when it is bright : no darknefs travelled
over his brow. But be came with his thouiands
to UUin , to aid the red-haired Cairbar : and
now he comes, to revenge bis death , o king
of woody Morven. — —
And ier him come, replied the king; I lo-
\e a foe like Cathmor. His loul is great; his
arm is flrong ; his battles are full of fame. —
'But the little foul is a vapour that hovers round
the mariliy lake : it never rifes on the green
hill, leit the winds fhould meet it there: its
dwelling is in the cave , it fends forth the dart
of death.
Our young hei'oes, o warriors, are like
ihz renown of our fathers. Tliey fight in
:uth; they fall: their names are in the fong.
Fingal is amidft his darkening years. He mull
not fall, as an aged oak, acrofs a fecret ftream.
Near it are the fleps of the hunter, as it lies
beneath the wind. "How has that tree fallen?"
He, whiilling, (hides along,
Raife
AVe came forth at the Avords of the chief.
We faw him in his ftrength. He was like thy
youth , o Fingal , when thou firil didft lift the
fpear. His face was like the plain of the
fun 5 when it is bright : no darknefs travelled
over his brow. But be came with his thouiands
to UUin , to aid the red-haired Cairbar : and
now he comes, to revenge bis death , o king
of woody Morven. — —
And ier him come, replied the king; I lo-
\e a foe like Cathmor. His loul is great; his
arm is flrong ; his battles are full of fame. —
'But the little foul is a vapour that hovers round
the mariliy lake : it never rifes on the green
hill, leit the winds fhould meet it there: its
dwelling is in the cave , it fends forth the dart
of death.
Our young hei'oes, o warriors, are like
ihz renown of our fathers. Tliey fight in
:uth; they fall: their names are in the fong.
Fingal is amidft his darkening years. He mull
not fall, as an aged oak, acrofs a fecret ftream.
Near it are the fleps of the hunter, as it lies
beneath the wind. "How has that tree fallen?"
He, whiilling, (hides along,
Raife
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Works of Ossian, the son of Fingal > Volumes 3 and 4 > (47) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/77970176 |
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Description | Volumes III and IV. |
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Shelfmark | Oss.162 |
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Description | Printed for I.G. Fleischer (Frankfurt, 1783). 4 volumes bound in 2. |
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Shelfmark | Oss.161-162 |
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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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