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THE nVE BARDS. 293
FOURTH BARD.
The night is calm and fair ; the heaven
Starry and blue ; the clouds are driven
Far by the winds, that are sujDpress'd ;
And moonlight on the hills doth rest ;
Trees glitter ; shine the mountain streams ;
Bright rolls the lake its moon-reflecting beams.
The scatter'd shocks of corn I see
Upon the plain, and fallen tree ;
The wakeful hind the shocks rebuilds,
And whistles on the distant fields.
The night is settled, calm, and fair ;
But who is flitting in the air ? —
She from the dead, in robe of snow.
With golden tresses on her brow.
Chief of the people's lovely child.
Beneath the spear of death who smiled !
Come, lovely maid, and bless our sight.
Thou, in whom heroes took delight !
Ha ! on the blast the phantom flies ;
Formless it melts into the skies.
Blue mists across the valley fleet,
And on the hill the grey clouds meet.
The moon throughout the heavens is bright ;
The night is starry, calm, and blue ;
Receive me not, my friends, from night, —
The night is lovely to my view.
FOURTH BARD.
The night is calm and fair ; the heaven
Starry and blue ; the clouds are driven
Far by the winds, that are sujDpress'd ;
And moonlight on the hills doth rest ;
Trees glitter ; shine the mountain streams ;
Bright rolls the lake its moon-reflecting beams.
The scatter'd shocks of corn I see
Upon the plain, and fallen tree ;
The wakeful hind the shocks rebuilds,
And whistles on the distant fields.
The night is settled, calm, and fair ;
But who is flitting in the air ? —
She from the dead, in robe of snow.
With golden tresses on her brow.
Chief of the people's lovely child.
Beneath the spear of death who smiled !
Come, lovely maid, and bless our sight.
Thou, in whom heroes took delight !
Ha ! on the blast the phantom flies ;
Formless it melts into the skies.
Blue mists across the valley fleet,
And on the hill the grey clouds meet.
The moon throughout the heavens is bright ;
The night is starry, calm, and blue ;
Receive me not, my friends, from night, —
The night is lovely to my view.
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Early Gaelic Book Collections > Ossian Collection > Ossian, his principal poems > (385) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/82625521 |
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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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