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OSSIANIC POETRY.
167
My son ! 0 my hero ! how mournful the tale
Which Cona’s slow wave tells of thee!
And Fingal and Fillan are all pass’d away—
Not one of the leaders I see.
Alas ! and my sight too has faded,
Nought around I descry, or above;
Gone is the hue of my youth—all is gone ;
But the grave cannot alter my love.
White-handed maiden! this night though you see me
Old and forlorn in this place,
Renown’d have I been as a hero
In my youth, with the bloom on my face.
On that day when soft-hair’d Evir-Alin,
White-arm’d maiden follow’d me,
Daughter of Branno of the silver beakers,
Of many loved, herself of love still free.
Sons of kings and sons of nobles,
She refused them great or small;
Cormac woo’d her, gloomy chieftain,
But him she hated worst of all.
Her I resolved to win, for I loved her
With pure heart and steadfast truth ;
And with twelve of Fingal’s chiefs I went;
We strode in the strength of youth.
We came to the dark lake of Lego;
There a noble chief came to meet
And conduct us with honour to Branno—
With honour and welcomings sweet.
Me he saluted—the twelve youths he hail’d;
We sat with Branno at the feast;
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My son ! 0 my hero ! how mournful the tale
Which Cona’s slow wave tells of thee!
And Fingal and Fillan are all pass’d away—
Not one of the leaders I see.
Alas ! and my sight too has faded,
Nought around I descry, or above;
Gone is the hue of my youth—all is gone ;
But the grave cannot alter my love.
White-handed maiden! this night though you see me
Old and forlorn in this place,
Renown’d have I been as a hero
In my youth, with the bloom on my face.
On that day when soft-hair’d Evir-Alin,
White-arm’d maiden follow’d me,
Daughter of Branno of the silver beakers,
Of many loved, herself of love still free.
Sons of kings and sons of nobles,
She refused them great or small;
Cormac woo’d her, gloomy chieftain,
But him she hated worst of all.
Her I resolved to win, for I loved her
With pure heart and steadfast truth ;
And with twelve of Fingal’s chiefs I went;
We strode in the strength of youth.
We came to the dark lake of Lego;
There a noble chief came to meet
And conduct us with honour to Branno—
With honour and welcomings sweet.
Me he saluted—the twelve youths he hail’d;
We sat with Branno at the feast;
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Description | Out-of-copyright books printed in Gaelic between 1631 and 1900. Also some pamphlets and chapbooks. Includes poetry and songs, religious books such as catechisms and hymns, and different editions of the Bible and the Psalms. Also includes the second book ever published in Gaelic in 1631. |
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