. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. cridhe n a leò ! togaibh an àird ! they go, but weak laidir a theid, is anfhann a thig. My hand has kept the weak from harm,Vain-glorious pride has fled before my fathers await me afar, all clad in purest light,While softly shine their hero-eyes. Chum mo làmh na lagaich o bheud,S leagh mòr-chuis gun fheum fo m fheirg,Tachraidh mo shinnsre mise thall an truscanaibh soluisSùilean lasadh gu mall do thriaith. [neo-ghann, Temora
. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. cridhe n a leò ! togaibh an àird ! they go, but weak laidir a theid, is anfhann a thig. My hand has kept the weak from harm,Vain-glorious pride has fled before my fathers await me afar, all clad in purest light,While softly shine their hero-eyes. Chum mo làmh na lagaich o bheud,S leagh mòr-chuis gun fheum fo m fheirg,Tachraidh mo shinnsre mise thall an truscanaibh soluisSùilean lasadh gu mall do thriaith. [neo-ghann, Temora should bless with a clean ann le làimh uhlain bu choir altachadh a dheanamh. The laggard mist on the mountain-side,Creeps over the gleaming, hoary crags ;But where are now the mighty chiefs,By stream or ben, or tree on high. Bu mhall an ceo air thaobh nan eudann nan liath-chàrn a ait am bheil na gaisgich threun,Mu shrutli, mu bheinn, mu chraoibh o àird ? Temora land of Bens, and Glens, and nam Beann, nan Gleann, s nan Gaisgeach. 224 October 32. 225 October 26 My sword was red witli cleaving blows,But who has heard my voice in boast ? Bha mo chlaidheamh fo bheumaibh ruadh ;Ach CO a chuala gu fiar mo ghuth % Temora 1. heaviest ear of corn bends its head e an dias a s truim a s isle chromas a cheann. Great in these happy days our joy. Nights were not dark, nor winters now is as a wandering breath, seemed then an ever changeless light. Ar gean bu mhòr, ar làith b ait, cha robh geamhra fuar no oidhche dorcha,Bha min-aHle mar sholus gun chaochla, ach s deò i air faondra s an uair so. Diarmid. , if it math ma mhaireas. The foemen of the king are foemen softly, or abide hard steel, no weakling stands beforethee. Is nàimhdean an so nàimhdean an righ ;Labhair cli, no fairich cruaidh, cha sheasar an so le fear faoin. Temora upright is upr
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