. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. istlelow, [is death. Tis the spear of the strong, whose stretching forth of hand Tha, Oisein, mo shleaghsa a d làimh. [air chall Cha bhioran fann balaoich a crann, a chuireas an cluaranSo sleagh nan garbh threuna an am chur sineadh nan làmh gu bàs. Temora 8. Proverb. Come away, said the king. Wait till you may, said the wind. [ghaoth. Tiugainn, ars an Righ. Fiiirich gus am faod, ars a Beauty enrobed her as light, Her steps were as the music of songs. Bha sgèimh mar sholus g a h
. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. istlelow, [is death. Tis the spear of the strong, whose stretching forth of hand Tha, Oisein, mo shleaghsa a d làimh. [air chall Cha bhioran fann balaoich a crann, a chuireas an cluaranSo sleagh nan garbh threuna an am chur sineadh nan làmh gu bàs. Temora 8. Proverb. Come away, said the king. Wait till you may, said the wind. [ghaoth. Tiugainn, ars an Righ. Fiiirich gus am faod, ars a Beauty enrobed her as light, Her steps were as the music of songs. Bha sgèimh mar sholus g a h-eideadh ;Bha ceuman mar cheol nan dan. Temora Many a home dowdy goes gay to the ioma te bhios cearbach aig a bhaile, theid gu riomhachthun na feille. If fall I must, my tomb shall riseWith song, beside the surging is not death, but flight I dread. Ma s fheudar tuiteam, eiridh m uaighAig iomairt nan stuadh, fo dhà n-eagal learn bàs, ach ruaig. Fingal Better turn mid-ford than go on to be drowned. Is f hèarr tilleadh am meadhon an àtha, na bàthadh uile. 132. No cloud wert thou amid the storm,Feast, friendship, song, were welcome free has raised my spear,Thy foes, mayhap, shall feel its edge. Cha bu nial thu am meadhon nan sian, Bha fieagh, bha fial, bha dan ; S e furan, a thriath, thog mo lann, S maith gu m-fairich do nàimhdean a càil. a man leads his life, so he judges his a chaitheas duine a bheatha, bheir e breith air achoimhearsnach. ——————^ June £0 ^-^^^^^^^^^^^ To me thy sails are, oh, my friend,Like morning shining out of cloud ;Thy ships come as the light of heaven ;Cheering in sorrow are our friends. Tho do shiuil, mo charaid, dhomh fein,Mar dhearrsa na maidne o neul,Do luingeas mar sholus nan speur ;S taitneach ar càirdean am bròn. him who has weak mairg g am bi càirdean fann. Fingal Jum 37 Yonder Covala sits alone; her cheek o
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