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WITH morning we awaked the woods; and hung forward on the path of the roes. They fell by their wonted ftreams. We returned thro' Crona's vale. From the wood a youth came forward, with a fhield and pointless fpear. "Whence, faid Tofcar of Lutha, is the flying beam? Dwells there peace at Col-amon, round bright Colna-dona of harps?"
By Col-amon of ftreams, faid the youth, bright Colna-dona dwelt. She dwelt; but her course is now in defarts, with the fon of the king; he that seized her foul as it wandered thro' the hall.
STRANGER of tales, faid Tofcar, haft thou marked the warrior's courfe? He muft fall,— give thou that boffy fhield!-In wrath he took the fhield. Fair behind it heaved the breafts of a maid, white as the bofom of a swan, rifing on fwift-rolling waves. It was Colna-dona of harps, the daughter of the king.-Her blue eyes had rolled on Tofcar, and her love arofe.
IT is thought proper to give a fpecimen of the original Galic, for the fatisfaction of thofe who doubt the authenticity of Offian's poems. The feventh book of TEMORA is fixed on, for that purpose, not from any other fuperior merit, than the variety of its verfification. To print any part of the former collection was unneceffary, as a copy of the originals lay, for many months, in the bookseller's hands, for the infpection of the curious. Tho' the erroneous orthography of the bards is departed from, in many inftances, in the following fpecimen, yet feveral quiefcent confonants are retained, to fhew the derivation of the words. This circumftance may give an uncouth appearance to the language, in the eyes of those who are ftrangers to its harmony. They ought, however, to confider, that a language is put to the feverest test, when it is stripped of its own proper characters; efpecially, when the power of one of them requires, fometimes, a combination of two or three Roman letters to express it.
Linna doir-choille na Leigo,
Air iulluir-fhuil greina nan fpeur.
An dlu'-ghleus, a measc na gaoith,
'S iad leamnach, o ofna gu
TA torman, a machair nan crán
Ach phil an cruth aluin, gu dian
Le cheo-leatain, mar fhuibhal nan fian. 'S doilleir fo!
Ata na floigh na nfuain, fan ám,
AN codal fo, don' fhear-phofda aig Clatbo? Am bail coni do m'athair, an fuain?