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

6 L A T H M O N:
ihower ; they look towfirds green Ullin for tixe
white faijs of the king% He had proiiTiiied to
return , out the winds of the north hrofe.
Who pours from the eaftern hill , like a
ftream. of darknels? it is. the lioft of Lathmon.
He has heard of the r.bfence of Fingal. He
trufis in the wind of the north. His foal bright-,
ens with joy. Why dofi: thou come , Lath-
mon ? The mighty are not in Selma. Why co-
ined thou with thy forward fpear? Will the
daughters of M'orven fight? Ent flop, o mighty
llreain ,, in thy courfel Does not Lathmon he-
boid thefe iail^? Why doft thou vapiili, JLath-
iiiQn y like the mill: of the hike ? But tlic fqual-
ly ftorm is behind thee ; Fingal purl'ues thy
Heps !
The king of Morven llarted from fleep, as
we rolled on the dark-blue wave. He ftretched
Lis hand to his fpear, and his heroes rofe
around. We knew, that he had feen his fa-
thers; for t]:iey often defcended to his dreams,
\vh.:'n the fword of the foe rofe oyer the land ,
and the battle darkened before us.
Whither
lagiaph is in a lyiic mcnfure , and apfiears to
have been fung , of oUI , t(i the harp , as a prc-
Imle to the narrative part of the poem, whicl'^
is in heroic verle.