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

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I faw their chief, fays Moran, tall as
a rock of ice. His fpear is like that fir;
his fhield like the rifing'moon. He fat
upon a rock on the Ihore, as a grey
cloud upon the hill. Many, mighty
man ! I faid, many are our heroes ;
Garve, well art thou named *, many
are the fons of our king.
He anfvvered like a wave on the
rock ; who is like me here ? The va-
liant live not with me 5 they go to the
earth from my hand. The king of the
Defert of hills alone can fight with
Garve. Once we wreflled on the hill.
Our heels overturned the wood. Rocks
fell from their place, and rivulets chan-
ged their courfe. Three days we ft rove
together ; heroes flood at a diftance,
and feared. On the fourth, the King
iaith that I fell ; but Garve faith, he
* Garve fignifies a man cf great fize.
. ^ flood.