. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. and smoke rise from your m-bu fada beò thu, us ceo as do thigh. April U That day no father sorrowed for his son,Though fallen in war in the flower of youth,They passed unwept into the shade ;For the hero of the clan lay low. Cha robh bròn air athair m a mhac,Thuit an còmh-strì an tlachd ò iadsan gun deoir fo sgàile,N uair shinteadh air làr ceann an t-sluaigh. Temora whom can I make my complaint, and no Clanranald inMoidart ? am Mùideart ? Co ris
. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. and smoke rise from your m-bu fada beò thu, us ceo as do thigh. April U That day no father sorrowed for his son,Though fallen in war in the flower of youth,They passed unwept into the shade ;For the hero of the clan lay low. Cha robh bròn air athair m a mhac,Thuit an còmh-strì an tlachd ò iadsan gun deoir fo sgàile,N uair shinteadh air làr ceann an t-sluaigh. Temora whom can I make my complaint, and no Clanranald inMoidart ? am Mùideart ? Co ris a theid mi g am ghearan, s gun Mac-Mhic Ailein Jl>ra /J See how they fall before the prince !As when the wrathful spirit of the stormSpeeds from the height at night, and grasps in his clutchthe heads of trees. Faic mar thuiteas iad roimh n triath !Mar an uair le feirg thig taibhs nan sianFo n oidhche gu dian on àiridh, a làmh sgaoilte mu chean-naibh nan crann. Temora 1. are not an old one of my old ones, nor a young one of my youth,Cha shean de m shean, s cha n-òg de m ùigridii thu. 78. April hi ? TMne eyes grow bright mid the joy of shields ;Whither has fled the soul of war ?Never yet were the brave in fear. S do shùilean dealrach an solas nan sgiath ;C ait n do shiubhail anam a bhlàir ?Cha robh eagal air sàraibh riamh. Conloch and day will never come, nor the evening darken when youll see that !Cha tig an latha, s cha chiar an tràth a chi thu sin. —- ^ll^r^f M — Dread was the gleam that shone from off the heros war-worn shield ; All knew that measureless arose the grieving wrath ofMorvens king. B f huasach an dealradh bha g eiridh o sgeith nam beum air treun nan sluagh ;Dh aithnich iad nach d eirich gann do righ nan lann abhròn-feirg. Temora highest hill is oftenest covered with bheinn a s àirde tha s an tir, s ann oirre s trice chithu n ceo. \i,rii I- -U Blind Ossian sees the heroes clearly,He sees
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