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248 THE POEMS OF OSSIAN.
the chief of the echoing Galmal. Why bursts the sigh
of Armin ? he said. Is there a cause to mourn ? The '
song comes, with its music, to melt and please the i
soul. It is like soft mist, that, rising from a lake, '
pours on the silent vale ; the green flowers are filled
with dew, but the sun returns in his strength, and the
mist is gone. Why art thou sad, O Armin, chief of
sea-surrounded Gorma ?
Sad I am ! nor small is my cause of woe! Carmor,
thou hast lost no son ; thou hast lost no daughter of
beauty. Colgar the valiantlives ; and Annira, fairest
maid. The boughs of thy house ascend, O Carmov !
but Armin is the last of his race. Dark is thy bed,
O Daura! deep thy sleep in the tomb! When shalt
thou awake with thy songs 1 with all thy voice of
music ?
Arise, winds of autumn, arise ; blow along the heath !
streams of the movintains, roar ! roar, tempests, in the
groves of my oaks ! walk through broken clouds,
moon! shew thy pale face, at intervals I bring to my
mind the night, when all my children fell; when ;
Arindal the mighty fell! when Daura the lovely failed! ■
Daura, my daughter! thou wert fair ; fair as the moon
on Fura; white as the driven snow; sweet as the
breathing gale. Arindal, thy bow was strong. Thy
spear was swift in the field. Thy look was like mist
on the wave : thy shield, a red cloud in a storm. Ar-
mar, renowned in war, came, and sought Daura's
love. He was not long refused : fair was the hope of
their friends !
Erath, son of Odgal, repined: his brother had been
slain by Armar. He came disguised like a son of the
sea : fair was his skiff on the wave ; white his locks
of age ; calm his serious brow. Fairest of women, he t
said, lovely daughter of Armin ! a rock not distant in :
the sea bears a tree on its side ; red shines the fruit !
afar! There Armar waits for Daura. I come to carry his I
love ! She went ; she called on Armar. Nought an- j
swered, but the son of the rock.* Armar, my love !
my love! why tormentest thou me with fear! hear.
the chief of the echoing Galmal. Why bursts the sigh
of Armin ? he said. Is there a cause to mourn ? The '
song comes, with its music, to melt and please the i
soul. It is like soft mist, that, rising from a lake, '
pours on the silent vale ; the green flowers are filled
with dew, but the sun returns in his strength, and the
mist is gone. Why art thou sad, O Armin, chief of
sea-surrounded Gorma ?
Sad I am ! nor small is my cause of woe! Carmor,
thou hast lost no son ; thou hast lost no daughter of
beauty. Colgar the valiantlives ; and Annira, fairest
maid. The boughs of thy house ascend, O Carmov !
but Armin is the last of his race. Dark is thy bed,
O Daura! deep thy sleep in the tomb! When shalt
thou awake with thy songs 1 with all thy voice of
music ?
Arise, winds of autumn, arise ; blow along the heath !
streams of the movintains, roar ! roar, tempests, in the
groves of my oaks ! walk through broken clouds,
moon! shew thy pale face, at intervals I bring to my
mind the night, when all my children fell; when ;
Arindal the mighty fell! when Daura the lovely failed! ■
Daura, my daughter! thou wert fair ; fair as the moon
on Fura; white as the driven snow; sweet as the
breathing gale. Arindal, thy bow was strong. Thy
spear was swift in the field. Thy look was like mist
on the wave : thy shield, a red cloud in a storm. Ar-
mar, renowned in war, came, and sought Daura's
love. He was not long refused : fair was the hope of
their friends !
Erath, son of Odgal, repined: his brother had been
slain by Armar. He came disguised like a son of the
sea : fair was his skiff on the wave ; white his locks
of age ; calm his serious brow. Fairest of women, he t
said, lovely daughter of Armin ! a rock not distant in :
the sea bears a tree on its side ; red shines the fruit !
afar! There Armar waits for Daura. I come to carry his I
love ! She went ; she called on Armar. Nought an- j
swered, but the son of the rock.* Armar, my love !
my love! why tormentest thou me with fear! hear.
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Description | Selected books from the Ossian Collection of 327 volumes, originally assembled by J. Norman Methven of Perth. Different editions and translations of James MacPherson's epic poem 'Ossian', some with a map of the 'Kingdom of Connor'. Also secondary material relating to Ossianic poetry and the Ossian controversy. |
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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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