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

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Colna - dona. We went to the hall of harps.
There Car-ul brightened between his aged locks,
when he beheld the fons of his friends , like
two young trees with their leaves.
Sons of the mighty, he faid, ye bring back
the days of old , when firft 1 defcended from
waves , on Seima's ftreainy vale. I purfued
Duth - mocarglos , dweller of; ocean's wind. Our
fathers had been foes, we met by Cluthn's wind-
ing waters. He fled , along the fea . and my
fails were fpread behind him. — - — Night de-
ceived me, on the deep. I came to the dwell-
ing of kings, to Selma of high - bofomed' inriaid.9.
Fingal came forth with his bards, and
Conloch , arm of death. I feafted three days
in the hall , and faw the blue eyes of Erin .
Ros - crana , daughter of heroes , light of Cor-
mac's race. Nor forgot dijd my fteps de-
part: the kirigs gave their fhields to Car-ul:
they
a point like this might be curious , but could
never be fatisfa^lory. JPeriods Co diftant are fo
involved in obfturity , that nothing certain can
be now advanced concerning them. The light
which the Roman writers hold forth, is too feeb-
le to guide" us to the truth , thro' the daiknefs
which has furrounded it.
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