. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. an treun, cruthan àillidh thog cliù o shean,Tha mar dhearrsa nam fuath o spe ur, n uair a ghlasas caoiusholus air chuan. Temora, D. Friendship is as its kept. Is ann a tha n càirdeas mar a chumar e. M Eouse thee ! look far and near oer ocean, morning travels westward and is grey ;The light of heaven looks out from east, exulting in its shining as a hero brave. Gluais, coimhead am mòr-chuan gu thrian, tha madainn gu h-iar, us i solus nan speuran o n-ea
. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. an treun, cruthan àillidh thog cliù o shean,Tha mar dhearrsa nam fuath o spe ur, n uair a ghlasas caoiusholus air chuan. Temora, D. Friendship is as its kept. Is ann a tha n càirdeas mar a chumar e. M Eouse thee ! look far and near oer ocean, morning travels westward and is grey ;The light of heaven looks out from east, exulting in its shining as a hero brave. Gluais, coimhead am mòr-chuan gu thrian, tha madainn gu h-iar, us i solus nan speuran o n-ear le mòr-chuis, marthreun-fhear, nia shoillse. Conloch and is lazy to go to bed, and seven times lother to rise !Is leisg le leisgein dol a laidhe, s is seachd leisge leis eirigh. Mail a Like the bow of heaven mid showers,Was her face of beauty, amid than ever cloud in storm. Mar bhogha nan speur am braon,Gnùis àluinn fo ciabh fein,As duibhe na nial fo ghaoith. Calodin The storm of reeds is loud till you pass through mòr toirm cuilce gun dol Ever follow tlieir fame wlio are tliou even as thy fathers youth they fonght the fight;In the lay of bards is their renown. Leansa cliù na dh aom a chaoidh ;Mar d aithrichean bi-sa fèin ;N an òige Ijhuail iad am blàr ;An duanaibh nam bard tha n cliù. Proverb. Fingal 3. All the water in the sea -«-111 not wash out our nigh na tha dh uisge s a mhuir as ar càirdeas. Descending like the eagle of the skies,With sounding -wing all folded by his side,When joyful he forsakes the came the son of warlike Treunmor. Teumadh mar iolair nan speur,Le uile sgeith fhuaimair r a thaobh,N riair a threigeas e ghaoth le solas,Thàinig mac Threunmhoir nam beum. Temora S. was born when the tide was ann air an tràghadh a rugadh e. Such were my deeds upon the mountain, That near me all the needy came. And beside my steel the wea
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