 | 1803 - 388 pages
...think it is Cuthona' s voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHONA. HA ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, O Rurpar ? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the narrow... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 648 pages
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHOÎÏA. Ha ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, О Ruinar ? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 262 pages
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath. CUTHONA. Oh '. what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of my fathers....their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona sees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the narrow... | |
 | Ossian - 1806 - 364 pages
...mourning to the sound of the waves; her name in tradition is Gorm-huilj/J* &/«-«/«/ i»0ji CtJTHONA. Ha! what cloud is that? It carries the ghosts of my...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fell, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Couluth behold me, before I enter the narrow... | |
 | 1810 - 378 pages
...Cuthona's voiee. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! Cut/wna. Ha! what eloud is that? It carries the ghosts of my fathers. I see...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the narrow... | |
 | Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1812 - 364 pages
...think it is Cuthdna's voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHONA. Ha ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...fathers. I see the skirts of their robes, like grey and watery mist. When shall I fall, 0 Rumar ? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me,... | |
 | Ossian - 1834 - 218 pages
...think it is Cuthona'e voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! Cuthona. Ha! what cloud is that? It carries the ghosts of my fathers. I see 'the skirts of their robes, like gray and watery mist. When shall I fall, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath... | |
 | Ossian - 1870 - 622 pages
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTIIONA. — Ha ! what cloud is that \ It carries the ghosts of...fathers. I see the skirts of their robes like grey and watery 130 Toscar's days swim towards anguish : I will sit in a sheltered cave, And look at the sun... | |
 | Archibald Clerk - Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1870 - 602 pages
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHONA. — Ha ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...fathers. I see the skirts of their robes like grey and watery 130 Toscar's clays swim towards anguish : I will sit in a sheltered cave, And look at the sun... | |
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Cuthona shall rest on Mora : but the days of Toscar must be sad. I shall sit in my cave in the field of the sun. The blast will rustle in my trees. I shall think it is Cuthona 