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340 THE CELTIC MAGAZINE.
Soft heaved, and feU upon her bosom white ;
Forward she leant, and drew the ^viIling string —
Her arm behind her made a lovely ring.
Like snow on Cromla which the winters fling.
White-armed huntress of the desert isle,
Come to my bosom, gather up a smile !
She weeps her hours in sad and comitless tears,
Her thoughts on Conloch, first among his peers.
Where is thy lover — where his place of rest 1
Thou maid whose locks are heaving round thy breast
Guhona — A frowning cliff o'orhangs the foaming seas,
The moss of age is on the hoaiy trees' —
Wliero breaking billows never find repose,
And nigh at hand the sunny haunt of roes :
There, there the towers of my lover rise ;
The quivered daughters of the cliase he spies,
And looks upon them with disdainful eyes.
" Where is Guhona ! Itumar's daughter, Avhero f
The maids are silent under gloomy care.
My peace, my lover, dweUs on Mora's strand —
thou who comest from a distant land !
Tosear — Eeturn, Guhona, to thy lover's towers.
Where skilful harps beguile the lightsome hours ;
Thy lover, Conloch, is a friend to me.
Within his haUs I feasted once with glee.
May gentle gales that blow from Erin's Isle,
Waft thee to Mora and thy lover's smile ;
There find sweet love, delightsome to thy soul.
But Toscar's days are darker as they roll —
A lonely cave my aged form shall shield.
Whence I sliall look upon the sun a-field :
A gentle breath is stirring in the trees —
1 hear the voice, upon the moaning breeze,
Of fair Guhona, sad and ill at ease —
The maiden's voice is distant from mine ear.
In Conloch's halls, where reigns the festive cheer.
Guhona — What cloud is this that close around me gathers \
Within its skirts that bears my mighty fathers ?
Their airy robes are subject to my ken.
Like hoary mists that circle on the Ben.
When, valiant father ! shall I yield my breath?
My soul is son-owful and sad to death.
Would that, my Conloch, once I saw thy face,
Ere death shaU fold me in his cold embrace.
Ossian — Thy lover, fair Guhona, comes to thee —
He sweeps across the foamings of the sea,
Soft heaved, and feU upon her bosom white ;
Forward she leant, and drew the ^viIling string —
Her arm behind her made a lovely ring.
Like snow on Cromla which the winters fling.
White-armed huntress of the desert isle,
Come to my bosom, gather up a smile !
She weeps her hours in sad and comitless tears,
Her thoughts on Conloch, first among his peers.
Where is thy lover — where his place of rest 1
Thou maid whose locks are heaving round thy breast
Guhona — A frowning cliff o'orhangs the foaming seas,
The moss of age is on the hoaiy trees' —
Wliero breaking billows never find repose,
And nigh at hand the sunny haunt of roes :
There, there the towers of my lover rise ;
The quivered daughters of the cliase he spies,
And looks upon them with disdainful eyes.
" Where is Guhona ! Itumar's daughter, Avhero f
The maids are silent under gloomy care.
My peace, my lover, dweUs on Mora's strand —
thou who comest from a distant land !
Tosear — Eeturn, Guhona, to thy lover's towers.
Where skilful harps beguile the lightsome hours ;
Thy lover, Conloch, is a friend to me.
Within his haUs I feasted once with glee.
May gentle gales that blow from Erin's Isle,
Waft thee to Mora and thy lover's smile ;
There find sweet love, delightsome to thy soul.
But Toscar's days are darker as they roll —
A lonely cave my aged form shall shield.
Whence I sliall look upon the sun a-field :
A gentle breath is stirring in the trees —
1 hear the voice, upon the moaning breeze,
Of fair Guhona, sad and ill at ease —
The maiden's voice is distant from mine ear.
In Conloch's halls, where reigns the festive cheer.
Guhona — What cloud is this that close around me gathers \
Within its skirts that bears my mighty fathers ?
Their airy robes are subject to my ken.
Like hoary mists that circle on the Ben.
When, valiant father ! shall I yield my breath?
My soul is son-owful and sad to death.
Would that, my Conloch, once I saw thy face,
Ere death shaU fold me in his cold embrace.
Ossian — Thy lover, fair Guhona, comes to thee —
He sweeps across the foamings of the sea,
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Blair Collection > Celtic magazine > Volume 2 > (350) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/78484354 |
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Description | Volume II, 1877. |
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Shelfmark | Blair.3 |
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Description | A selection of books from a collection of more than 500 titles, mostly on religious and literary topics. Also includes some material dealing with other Celtic languages and societies. Collection created towards the end of the 19th century by Lady Evelyn Stewart Murray. |
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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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