THE HUNTER: A POEM'. CANTO I. ONCE on a time, when Liberty was seen A gun, a plaid, a dog, his humble store; In these thrice happy, as he wants no more. 5 This poem, which has no name in the MS., I have entitled the HUNTER, to distinguish it from the HIGHLANDER, of which, perhaps, it is the first rough and imperfect draught. Though rude, and in many passages quite ludicrous, it is curious, as the first epic production of the father of Ossian; marked with his national and political prejudices, and with the wild and vivid imagery of his poetical prose. It is particularly observable, that his early genius for heroic poesy led him, even in the preceding poem upon Death, to the description of battles and single combats, and to a careful selection of the choicest similes, which appear as conspicuous, in the midst of an insipid narrative, as those projecting passages in an extemporary speech, of which a few well-turned periods had been previously composed. VOL. II. 2 G The flesh of deer his food; the heath his bed; Sprightly as morn he rose with dawning light, And strode o'er hills until the approach of night; 10 Then bounding homeward, joyful burden bears Of heath-hens, woodcocks, or of fearful deers. Then Bessy gets upon the homely board 15 What Donald's gun and oaten field afford. Blest in the chace, blest in his barren soil, And more than happy in his temperate toil, Our Donald lived; but, oh! how soon the light It chanced the Fairie's king a daughter had, 20 25 The fawn falls, roars, and shakes her limbs, and dies. The blooming Flavia saw her play-thing die; Sighs rend her breast, and tears bedew her eye, 30 "Ah me! what frailties fairies' nature owe, But shall no more: but what thy Flavia grieves, 35 40 |