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The king's soul was sad for Comala, and his eyes could not behold the chief.
Lonely, sad along the heath, he slowly moved, with silent steps. His arms hang
disordered on his side. His hair flies loose from his brow. The tear is in his down-
said Hidallan with a sigh, " why dost thou torment my soul ? Lamor, I never fled.
Fingal was sad for Comala ; he denied his wars to Hidallan. Go to the grey
streams of thy land, he said ; moulder like a leafless oak, which the winds have
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 ...
Awake the voice of the string ; roll my soul to me. It is a stream that has failed.
Malvina, pour the song. 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 ?
The king's soul was like a beam of fire ; a beam of fire, marked with smoke,
rushing, varied thro' the bosom of night. The deeds of Duth- carmor were dark,
tho' his arm was strong. Night came, with the gathering of clouds. By the beam of
the oak ...
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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