James Macpherson Poems on Youth (17 Poems)
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Fragment VII (James Macpherson Poems)
Why openest thou afresh the spring ofmy grief, O son of Alpin, inquiringhow Oscur fell? My eyes are blind withtears; but memory beams on my heart.How can I relate the mournful death ofthe head of the people! Prince of thewarriours, … Continue reading
Fragment VI (James Macpherson Poems)
Son of the noble Fingal, Oscian,Prince of men! what tears run downthe cheeks of age? what shades thymighty soul? Memory, son of Alpin, memorywounds the aged. Of former times aremy thoughts; my thoughts are of thenoble Fingal. The race of … Continue reading
Fragment IX (James Macpherson Poems)
Thou askest, fair daughter of theisles! whose memory is preservedin these tombs? The memory of Ronnanthe bold, and Connan the chief ofmen; and of her, the fairest of maids,Rivine the lovely and the good. Thewing of time is laden with … Continue reading
Fragment XIV (James Macpherson Poems)
DUCHOMMAR, MORNA. DUCHOMMAR. Morna, thou fairest of women,daughter of Cormac-Carbre!why in the circle of stones, in the caveof the rock, alone? The stream murmurethhoarsely. The blast groanethin the aged tree. The lake is troubledbefore thee. Dark are the clouds ofthe … Continue reading
Fragment V (James Macpherson Poems)
Autumn is dark on the mountains;grey mist rests on the hills. Thewhirlwind is heard on the heath. Darkrolls the river through the narrow plain.A tree stands alone on the hill, andmarks the grave of Connal. The leaveswhirl round with the … Continue reading
Fragment III (James Macpherson Poems)
Evening is grey on the hills. Thenorth wind resounds through thewoods. White clouds rise on the sky: thetrembling snow descends. The river howlsafar, along its winding course. Sad,by a hollow rock, the grey-hair’d Carrylsat. Dry fern waves over his head; … Continue reading
Fragment IV (James Macpherson Poems)
CONNAL, CRIMORA, CRIMORA. Who cometh from the hill, likea cloud tinged with the beamof the west? Whose voice is that, loudas the wind, but pleasant as the harp ofCarryl? It is my love in the light ofsteel; but sad is his … Continue reading
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