O Connal ! it was here thou didst fall. Thine arm was like a storm ; thy sword a bean. of the sky ; thy height, a rock on the plain ; thine eyes, a furnace of fire. Louder than a storm was thy voice, in the battles of thy steel. Warriors fell by thy sword,... The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ... - Page 47 by Ossian - 1805 Full view -
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