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

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nan, be this arm if death meet him not
there.
CoNNAN I faith Euran, this night
fliall the ftranger carry thy fifter away.
My fvvord fliall meet him, rephes Con-
nan, and he fliall he low on earth.
The friends met by night, and they
fought. Blood and fvveat ran down
their limbs as water on the mofly rock.
Connan falls ; and cries, O Durftan,
be favourable to Rivine ! — And is it my
friend, cries Ronnan, I have flain ? O
Connan ! I knew thee not.
He went, and he fought with Dur-
ftan. Day began to rife on the com-
bat, when fainting they fell, and expi-
red. Rivine came out with the morn ;
and O what detains my Ronnan I
— She faw him lying pale in his blood ;
and her brother lying pale by his fide.
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