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CARRIC-THURA. 171
uot rest on the king : he rose in the midst of his
i.rms, and slowly ascended the hill, to behold the
jlame of Starno's tower.
The flame was dim and distant; the moon hidher
ed face in the east. A blast came from the raoun-
:ain, on its wings was the spirit of Loda. He came
his place in his terrors, and shook his duskj
ipear. His eyes appear like flames in his dark face ;
'lis voice is like distant thunder. Fingal advanced
|iis spear in night, and raised his voice on high,
[ Son of night, retire : call thy winds, and fly ! Why
,;ost thou come to my presence with thy shadowy
I.rms? Do I fear thy gloomy form, spirit of dismal
ll/Oda? Weak is thy shield of clouds : feeble is that
;aeteor, thy sword ! The blast rolls them together;
j.nd thou thyself art lost. Fly from my presence,
Ion of night ! call thy winds and fly !
; Dost thou force me from my place? replied the
j.oUow voice. The people bend before me. I turu
!he battle in the field of the brave. I look on the
i.ations, and they vanish: my nostrils pour the
jlast of death. I come abroad on the winds ; the
jimpests are before my face. But my dwelling is
,alm, above the clouds : the fields of my rest are
lleasant.
! Dwell in thy pleasant fields, said the king : Let
(oinhal's son be forgot. Do my steps ascend from
ly hills into thy peaceful plains ? Do I meet thee
•ith a spear on thy cloud, spirit of dismal Loda ?
Jhy then dost thou frown on me ? why shake thine
liry spear ? Thou frownest in vain : I never fled
iomthe mighty in war. And shall the sons of the
; ind frighten the king of Morven ? No : he knows
,ie weakness of their arms!
Fly to thy land, replied the form : receive thy
,ind, and fly ? The blasts are in the hollow of my
ind: the course of the storm is mine. The king
"Sora is my son, he bends at the stone of my power,
is battle is around Carric-thura; and he will pre-
jiil ? Fly to thy land, son of Cor^^hal, or feel my
,iming wrath !
He lifted high his shadowy spear ! He bent for-
ardhis dreadful height, Fingal. advancing, dicw
uot rest on the king : he rose in the midst of his
i.rms, and slowly ascended the hill, to behold the
jlame of Starno's tower.
The flame was dim and distant; the moon hidher
ed face in the east. A blast came from the raoun-
:ain, on its wings was the spirit of Loda. He came
his place in his terrors, and shook his duskj
ipear. His eyes appear like flames in his dark face ;
'lis voice is like distant thunder. Fingal advanced
|iis spear in night, and raised his voice on high,
[ Son of night, retire : call thy winds, and fly ! Why
,;ost thou come to my presence with thy shadowy
I.rms? Do I fear thy gloomy form, spirit of dismal
ll/Oda? Weak is thy shield of clouds : feeble is that
;aeteor, thy sword ! The blast rolls them together;
j.nd thou thyself art lost. Fly from my presence,
Ion of night ! call thy winds and fly !
; Dost thou force me from my place? replied the
j.oUow voice. The people bend before me. I turu
!he battle in the field of the brave. I look on the
i.ations, and they vanish: my nostrils pour the
jlast of death. I come abroad on the winds ; the
jimpests are before my face. But my dwelling is
,alm, above the clouds : the fields of my rest are
lleasant.
! Dwell in thy pleasant fields, said the king : Let
(oinhal's son be forgot. Do my steps ascend from
ly hills into thy peaceful plains ? Do I meet thee
•ith a spear on thy cloud, spirit of dismal Loda ?
Jhy then dost thou frown on me ? why shake thine
liry spear ? Thou frownest in vain : I never fled
iomthe mighty in war. And shall the sons of the
; ind frighten the king of Morven ? No : he knows
,ie weakness of their arms!
Fly to thy land, replied the form : receive thy
,ind, and fly ? The blasts are in the hollow of my
ind: the course of the storm is mine. The king
"Sora is my son, he bends at the stone of my power,
is battle is around Carric-thura; and he will pre-
jiil ? Fly to thy land, son of Cor^^hal, or feel my
,iming wrath !
He lifted high his shadowy spear ! He bent for-
ardhis dreadful height, Fingal. advancing, dicw
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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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