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425 A blast came wliirliiig through the copse,
It roused the cock of the heather.
With shrill cry he lifted his head;
I myself started from my slumber,
And saw Momi on his cloud departing.
430 O'er the sea I pursued his track,
In shelter of the isle the skiif I found.
Propped against its side was the head of my Gaul,
Fast by his elbow lay his shield of war ;
Over its border half appeared the wound,
435 Around his spear's knob all purple flowing.
I lifted his helm ; his locks were seen,
In sweat-drops all disordered streaming.
Then burst forth the anguish of my soul ;
Hardly the hero raised his eye.
440 Death came, as a cloud upon the sun ;
Thy Oscar shalt thou see no more !
Clouded is Evii'-coma's beauty now,
Her child all careless holds the head of the spear;
Faint is her voice, her words are few.
445 With my hand I sought to raise her up ;
But she laid upon her son's head its palm.
While thick and fast her sighs arose.
OssiAN. — "My sweet child, vain is all thy
fondling !
Thy mother shall arise no more.
450 I myself will be thy father true,
But Evii'-allin no longer in life remains.
It roused the cock of the heather.
With shrill cry he lifted his head;
I myself started from my slumber,
And saw Momi on his cloud departing.
430 O'er the sea I pursued his track,
In shelter of the isle the skiif I found.
Propped against its side was the head of my Gaul,
Fast by his elbow lay his shield of war ;
Over its border half appeared the wound,
435 Around his spear's knob all purple flowing.
I lifted his helm ; his locks were seen,
In sweat-drops all disordered streaming.
Then burst forth the anguish of my soul ;
Hardly the hero raised his eye.
440 Death came, as a cloud upon the sun ;
Thy Oscar shalt thou see no more !
Clouded is Evii'-coma's beauty now,
Her child all careless holds the head of the spear;
Faint is her voice, her words are few.
445 With my hand I sought to raise her up ;
But she laid upon her son's head its palm.
While thick and fast her sighs arose.
OssiAN. — "My sweet child, vain is all thy
fondling !
Thy mother shall arise no more.
450 I myself will be thy father true,
But Evii'-allin no longer in life remains.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Hew Morrison Collection > Dàn an Deirg; agus, Tiomna Ghuill (Dargo and Gaul) > (107) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/78801176 |
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Description | A selection of items from a collection of 320 volumes and 30 pamphlets of literary and religious works in Scottish Gaelic. From the personal library of Hew Morrison, the first City Librarian of Edinburgh. |
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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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