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thou that sittest on the rolling of waves ! ... Why art thou sad, Hidallan ! hast thou
not received thy fame ? The songs of Ossian have been heard ; thy ghost has
brightened in wind, when thou didst bend from thy cloud, to hear the song of ...
Oscar goes to the people of other times ; to the shades of silent Ardven ; where
his fathers sit dim in their clouds, and behold the future war. And art thou there,
Hidallan, like a half extinguished me- teor ? Come to my sight, in thy sorrow, chief
Happy art thou, O Oscar, in the midst of thy rushing blast. Thou often goest to the
fields of thy fame, where Caros fled from thy lifted sword. Darkness comes on my
soul, O fair Daughter of Toscar ! I behold not the form of my son at Carun ; nor ...
Come, thou beam that art lonely, from watching in the night ! The squally winds
are around thee, * The traditions, which accompany this poem, inform us, that it
went, of old, under the name of Laoi-Oi-lutha ; i.e. the hymn of the maid of Lutha.
I hear thee, from thy darkness, in Selma, thou that watchest, lonely, by night ! Why
didst thou with-hold the song, from Ossian's failing soul ? As the ... Come, thou
beam that art lonely, from watching in the night ! the banks of Uisca-duthon.
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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