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A PRELIMINARY DISCOURSE. xxxi
alien. A snow-white veil covered her blushing face.
Her large blue eyes were bent on earth. Dignity
flowed round her graceful steps. A shining tear fell
glittering on her cheek. She appeared lovely as the
mountain llower when the ruddy beams of the rising
sun gleam on its dew-covered sides. Decent =he sate.
High beat my fluttering heart. Swift through my
veins flew my thrilling blood. An unusual weight
oppressed my breast. I stood, darkened, in my
place. The image of the maid wandered over my
troubled soul.
The sprightly harp's melodious voice arose from the
strings of the bards. My soul melted away in the
sounds, for my heart, like a stream, flowel gently
away in song. Murmurs soon broke upon our joy.
Half-unsheathed daggers gleamed. INIany a voice w^s
heard abrupt. " Shall the son of the strangers be pre-
ferred ? Soon shall he be rolled away, like mist, by
the rushing breath of the tempest." Sedate I rose, for
1 despised the boaster's threats. The fair one's eye
followed my departure. I heard a smothered sigh
burst from her breast.
The horn's harsh sound summoned us to the doubt-
ful strife of spears. Lothmar, fierce hunter of the
woody Galraal, first opposed his might. He vainly
insulted my youth, but my sword cleft bis brazen
shield, and cut his ashen lance in twain. Straight I
withheld my descending blade. Lothmar retired con-
fused.
Then rose the red-haired strength of Sulin. Fierce
rolled his deep-sunk eye. His shaggy brows stood
erect. His face was contracted with scorn. Thrice
his spear pierced my buckler. Thrice his sword
struck on my helm. Swift flashes gleamed from our
circling blades. The pride of my rage arose. Furi-
ous I rushed on the chief, and stretched his bulk on
the plain. Groaning he fell to earth. Lego's shores
re-echoed from his fail.
Then advanced Corraac, graceful in glittering arms.
No fairer youth was seen on Erin's grassy hills. His
age was equal to mine ; his port majestic ; his stature
tall and slender, like the young shooting poplar in
alien. A snow-white veil covered her blushing face.
Her large blue eyes were bent on earth. Dignity
flowed round her graceful steps. A shining tear fell
glittering on her cheek. She appeared lovely as the
mountain llower when the ruddy beams of the rising
sun gleam on its dew-covered sides. Decent =he sate.
High beat my fluttering heart. Swift through my
veins flew my thrilling blood. An unusual weight
oppressed my breast. I stood, darkened, in my
place. The image of the maid wandered over my
troubled soul.
The sprightly harp's melodious voice arose from the
strings of the bards. My soul melted away in the
sounds, for my heart, like a stream, flowel gently
away in song. Murmurs soon broke upon our joy.
Half-unsheathed daggers gleamed. INIany a voice w^s
heard abrupt. " Shall the son of the strangers be pre-
ferred ? Soon shall he be rolled away, like mist, by
the rushing breath of the tempest." Sedate I rose, for
1 despised the boaster's threats. The fair one's eye
followed my departure. I heard a smothered sigh
burst from her breast.
The horn's harsh sound summoned us to the doubt-
ful strife of spears. Lothmar, fierce hunter of the
woody Galraal, first opposed his might. He vainly
insulted my youth, but my sword cleft bis brazen
shield, and cut his ashen lance in twain. Straight I
withheld my descending blade. Lothmar retired con-
fused.
Then rose the red-haired strength of Sulin. Fierce
rolled his deep-sunk eye. His shaggy brows stood
erect. His face was contracted with scorn. Thrice
his spear pierced my buckler. Thrice his sword
struck on my helm. Swift flashes gleamed from our
circling blades. The pride of my rage arose. Furi-
ous I rushed on the chief, and stretched his bulk on
the plain. Groaning he fell to earth. Lego's shores
re-echoed from his fail.
Then advanced Corraac, graceful in glittering arms.
No fairer youth was seen on Erin's grassy hills. His
age was equal to mine ; his port majestic ; his stature
tall and slender, like the young shooting poplar in
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| Description | Translated by James Macpherson ; to which are prefixed a preliminary discourse, and dissertations on the aera and poems of Ossian. |
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| Shelfmark | Oss.108 |
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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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