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

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Blessed be that hand of fnow ; and
bleffed thy bow of yew ! I fall refolved
on death : and who but the daughter of
Dargo was worthy to flay me ? Lay me
in the earth, my fair-one j lay me by
the fide of Dermid.
OscuR ! I have the blood, the foul
of the mighty Dargo. Well pleafed I
can meet death. My forrow I can end
thus." ^^She pierced her white bofom
with fleel. She fell; ihe trembled 5 and
died.
By the brook of the hill their graves
are laid ; a birch's unequal lliade covers
their tomb. Often on their green earth-
en tombs the branchy fons of the moun-
tain feed, when mid-day is all in flames,
and filence is over all the hills.
VIII.