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said the rising Oscar, " Ogar king of spears ! call my heroes to my side, the sons
of streamy Morven. To-day we go to Lano's water, that sends forth the vapour of
death. Cormalo will not long rejoice : death is often at the point of our swords !
Rise ye," said the king of the dark-brown shields, " ye that came from Lochlin's
waves. The sons of Erin ... Tall as the stag of Morven, moved stately before them
the king. ... Offer the terms we give to kings, when nations bow down to our
Let Lochlin feel the sword of Morni's son ; that bards may sing of me. Such was
the custom heretofore of Fingal's noble race. Such was thine own, thou king of
swords, in battles of the spear." " O son of Morni," Fingal replied, " I glory in thy
Our swords have conquered some. But as the winds of night pour the ocean over
the white sands of Mora, ... Let me awake the king of Morven, he that smiles in
danger ! He that is like the sun of heaven, rising in a storm !" Fingal had started ...
Let your swords be like his in strife : behold the deeds of his hands. Protect the ...
Now like a dark and stormy cloud, edged round with the red lightning of heaven ;
flying westward from the morning's beam, the king of Selma removed. Terrible is
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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