Crugal, or find his lone steps in the heath. I am light as the blast of Cromla, and I move like the shadow of mist. Connal, son of Colgar, I see the dark cloud of death: it hovers over the plains of Lena. The sons of green Erin shall fall. Remove from...
The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ... - Page 162
by Ossian - 1805
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