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OIN A-M O RUL
OEM.
AS flies the unconftant fun, over Larmon's grafly hill ; fo pafs
the tales of old, along my foul, by night. When bards are
removed to their place ; when harps are hung in Selma's hall ; then
comes a voice to Oflian, and awakes his foul. It is the voice of
years that are gone : they roll before me, with all their deeds. I
feize the tales, as they pafs, and pour them forth in fong. Nor a
troubled ftream is the fong of the king, it is like the rifing of mu-
fic from Lutha of the firings. — Lutha of many firings, not filent
are thy flreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move
upon the harp. — Light of the fliadowy thoughts, that fly acrofs my
foul, daughter of Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the fong !
We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away.
It was in the days of the king, v/hile yet my locks were young,
that I marked Con-cathlin *, on high, from ocean's nightly wave.
My
* Con-cath!in, mUd beam of the -wave, afcertained. Some now diftitiguifli the
What ftar was fo called of old is not eafily pole-ftar by that name. A fong, which is
E c 2 fl.li
OIN A-M O RUL
OEM.
AS flies the unconftant fun, over Larmon's grafly hill ; fo pafs
the tales of old, along my foul, by night. When bards are
removed to their place ; when harps are hung in Selma's hall ; then
comes a voice to Oflian, and awakes his foul. It is the voice of
years that are gone : they roll before me, with all their deeds. I
feize the tales, as they pafs, and pour them forth in fong. Nor a
troubled ftream is the fong of the king, it is like the rifing of mu-
fic from Lutha of the firings. — Lutha of many firings, not filent
are thy flreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move
upon the harp. — Light of the fliadowy thoughts, that fly acrofs my
foul, daughter of Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the fong !
We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away.
It was in the days of the king, v/hile yet my locks were young,
that I marked Con-cathlin *, on high, from ocean's nightly wave.
My
* Con-cath!in, mUd beam of the -wave, afcertained. Some now diftitiguifli the
What ftar was fo called of old is not eafily pole-ftar by that name. A fong, which is
E c 2 fl.li
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Temora, an ancient epic poem, in eight books > (255) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/82192778 |
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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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