Ossian Collection > Fragments of ancient poetry, collected in the Highlands of Scotland

VI.
ON of the noble Fingal, Ofcian,
Prince of men ! what tears run down
the cheeks of age ? what fliades thy
mighty foul ?
S
Memory, fon of Alpin, memory
wounds the aged. Of former times are
my thoughts ; my thoughts are of the
noble Fingal. The race of the king re-
turn into my mind, and wound me with
remembrance.
One day, returned from the fport of
-the mountains, from purfuing the fons
of the hill, we-covered this heath with
our youth. Fingal the mighty was here,
and Ofcur, my fon, great in war. Fair
on our fight from the fca, at once, a
virgin came. Her bread was like the.
fnow of one night. Her cheek like the.:
bud''