...of Offian has been heard. The harp has been ftrung in Selma. " Come, Offian, come away," he fays, " come, fly with thy fathers on clouds." I come, I come, thou king of men ! The life of Offian fails. I begin to vanifh on Cona. My fteps are not feen in Selma. Befide the ftone of Mora I...

...heard. The The harp has been ftrung in Selma. " Comc r Offian, come away," he lays, " come, fly \vith thy fathers on clouds." I come, I come, thou king of men ! The life of Offian fails. I begin to vaniih. on Cona. My fteps are not feen in Selma. Befide the ftone of Mora...

...renown. Though the plains. of our battles are dark and silent; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard, The harp has been strung in Selma. Come, Ossian, come away," he saysj "come fly with thy fathers on clouds." I come, I come, thou king of men ! The life of Ossian...

...renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent ; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard. The harp has been...My steps are not seen in Selma. Beside the stone of Mora I shall fall asleep. The winds whistling in my grey hair, shall not awaken me. Depart on thy wings...

...renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent ; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard. The harp has been...thou king of men ! The life of Ossian fails. I begin 11 There is a murmur in the heath ! the stormy winds abate. I hear the voice of Fingal.— Come, Ossian,...

...terror of the valiantl" out it agrtes with the nutions of the limes concerning the And come I will, thou king of men ! the life of Ossian fails. I begin to vanish on Cona ; and my steps are not seen in Sehna. Beside the stone of iNJora I shall fall asleep. The winds whistling...

...battles are dark and silent ; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been beard. The harp has been strung in Selma. " Come, Ossian,...My steps are not seen in Selma. Beside the stone of Mora I shall fall asleep. The winds whistling in my grey hair, shall not awaken me. Depart on thy wings...

...the plains of our battles are " dark and silent ; our fame is in the four grey " stones. The voiee of Ossian has been heard. " The harp has been strung in Selma. ' Come, " Ossian, eome away,' he says, ' eome, fly with " thy fathers on elouds.' I come, I come, thou " king of men...

...be without friends. I shall sit a gray cloud in my hall ; I shall not hear the return of a son !" " The life of Ossian fails ; I begin to vanish on Cona....My steps are not seen in Selma. Beside the stone of Mora I shall fall asleep. The winds whistling in my gray hairs shall not awaken me. The night is long...

...the voice of him that praised the mighty. There is a murmur on the heath. I hear the voice of Fingal. Come, Ossian, come away, he says: come, fly with thy...come, thou king of men. The life of Ossian fails. The winds whistling in my grey hair shall not awaken me. Depart on thy wings, 0 wind! thou canst not...