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Such was thy song, Minona, softly-blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears
descended for Colma, and our souls were sad ! Ullin came with his harp ; he
gave the song of Alpin. The voice of Alpin was pleasant : the soul of Ryno was a
beam of ...
Who on his staff is this ? who is this, whose head is white with age ? whose eyes
are red with tears ? who quakes at every step ? It is thy father, f O Mo- * M6r-er,
great man. f Torman the sun of Carthul, lord of I-mora, one of the western isles.
Cathba, son of Torman ! thou wert a sun-beam in Erin. And thou, O valiant
Duchomar ! a mist of the marshy Lano ; when it moves on the plains of autumn,
bearing the death of thousands along. Morna ! fairest of maids ! calm is thy sleep
in the ...
But Cathba, young son of Torman,* thou art the love of Morna. Thou art a sun-
beam, in the day of the gloomy storm. Sawest thou the son of Torman, lovely on
the hill of his hinds ? Here the daughter of Cormac waits the coming of Cathba !
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The authenticity of Macpherson’s collection was already controversially judged, when it came, translated in several European languages, to the continent. The author was said having written the poems ... Read full review