These wintry storms and deluges of rain, Scarce a few stones o'er-grown with moss appear, The foe dispers'd or dead, we Calthon found OINA-MORUL. THE ARGUMENT. MAL-ORCHOL, on account of some family feuds, refusing to give his daughter in marriage to Ton-thormod, the latter, in revenge, lays waste his lands. Fingal sends Ossian to the assistance of Mal-orchol. Ossian, the day after his arrival, takes his adversary prisoner in battle. On this, Mal-orchal offers him his daughter; but she discovering a prior attachment to Ton-thormod, he generously surrenders her to that Chief, and brings about a reconciliation between him and the father. The poem begins with an address to Malvina. OINA-MORUL. As over Larmon's lofty hills of grass, In spring, bright gleams of genial sunshine pass; Beam on my soul the tales of other days. Recalling Chiefs who mighty deeds have done. I start from rest, and strike my sounding lyre: Ah |