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... the murmur of a song ? His staff in his hand, his grey hair loose on * Crona is
the name of a small stream which runs into the Carron. VOL. II. B the wind. Surly
joy lightens his face. He often looks OF SECOND VOLUME The War of Caros.
The bard returned with his song. Grey night grows dim on Crona The feast of
shells is spread. A hundred oaks burn to the wind ; faint light gleams over the
heath.The ghosts of Ardven pass thro' the beam, and shew their dim and distant
The stream ran at his feet, his grey head rested on his staff. Sightless are his
aged eyes. He hums the song of other times. The noise of Hidallan's feet came to
his ear : he knew the tread of his son. " Is the son of Lamor returned ; or is it the ...
Go to the grey streams of thy land, he said ; moulder like a leafless oak, which the
winds have bent over Balva, never more to grow !" " And must I hear," Lamor
replied, " the lonely tread of Hidallan 's feet? When thousands are renowned in ...
The grey-haired hero felt the point with his hand. " My son ! lead me to
Garmallon's tomb : it rises beside that rustling tree. The long grass is withered : I
hear the breezes whistling there. A little fountain murmurs near, and sends its
water to ...
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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