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Can the vanquished carry joy Ossian, no shield is mine. It lies broken on the field. The eagle-wing of my helmet is torn. It is when foes fly before them that fathers delight in their &: But their fighs burst forth, in secret, when their .# warriors yield.— No : Fillan will not behold the king. Why should the hero mourn?

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Soft, as the song of Loda, is the voice of Selma’s maid. Pleasant to the ear of Clatho is the name of the breaker of shields.-Behold , the king comes from ocean; the shield of Morven is borne

thro' his folded clouds. The forms of thy fathers, O Fillan, bend to receive their son. I behold the spreading of their fire on Mora; the blue-rolling of their misty wreaths. – Joy meet thee my brother.—But we are dark and sad. I behold the foe round the aged, and the wasting away of his fame. Thou art left alone in the field , grey-haired king of Selma.

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by the poet. The sense is , that he was resolved, ; like a destroying fire , to consume Cathmor, who s had killed his brother. In the midst of this resolution , the situation of Fingal suggests itself to him, in a very strong light. He resolves to return to assist the king in prosecuting the war.—But then his shame for not defending his-brother, recurs to him.—He is determined again to go and find out Cathmor. We may confider him, as in the aât of advancing towards the enemy , when the horn of Fingal sounded on Mora, and called back his people to his presence —This soliloquy is natural : the resolutions which so suddenly follow one another , are expressive of a mind extremely agitated with sorrow and conscious shame ; yet the behaviour of Ossian , in his execution of the commands of Fingal, is so irreprehensible , that it is not easy to determine where he failed in his duty. The truth is , that when men fail in designs which they ardently wish to accomplish, they naturally blame themselves , as the chief cause of their disappointment. The comparison, with which the poet concludes his soliloquy, is very fanciful ; and well adapted to the ideas of those, who live in a country, where lightning is extremely common

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