. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. f the seamans beag fios aig fear an tinghe air ànradh fear na mara. Who has fallen by Carron of streams 1 [waves gleaming,Was he fair as snow on peaks, like bow of showers on greatWas his hair like mist, that softly waves in sunshine onthe Torr, [desert glens ? Or was he as thunder of the skies, and swift as the deer of Co thuit aig Carunn nan sruth 1 An robh e geal mar shneachd nan cruach, mar bhogha braoin air stuaigh a soillseadh ?An robh e mar thorrunn nan speur,
. A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian", Sheriff Nicolson's "Proverbs," and other sources. f the seamans beag fios aig fear an tinghe air ànradh fear na mara. Who has fallen by Carron of streams 1 [waves gleaming,Was he fair as snow on peaks, like bow of showers on greatWas his hair like mist, that softly waves in sunshine onthe Torr, [desert glens ? Or was he as thunder of the skies, and swift as the deer of Co thuit aig Carunn nan sruth 1 An robh e geal mar shneachd nan cruach, mar bhogha braoin air stuaigh a soillseadh ?An robh e mar thorrunn nan speur, cho luath ri feidh namfas ghleann mor Ì Covala. who says most has least to ann aiye san a s mo their is lugha tha ri ràdh. His thoughts were of long-gone days ;—Gone, as the music of gentle sung by the maiden of his smaointean air na làith a bh ann,Mar cheol nasal nan caoin dhànBha òigh an uchd bhàin a gluasad. Calodin Tis hard to cure the child that cannot tell his ailment. Is cruaidh an leanabh a bhriagadh, nach urrainn a ghearana dhiananh. 104 ^Tay 16. 105 ^—= .^ iTn:; rn May the stranger never draw nigli, To tlie man wlio makes surliness liis home ! Na tigeaclli an coigreach. a dhail, Do n f hear a ghabhas a thàmh an gruaim ! Calodin tho honey be, who would lick it off a brier 1Ge milis a mhil, cò dh imlicheadh bhàrr na dris i 1 _.,_„ ^rn„ As the moon on a night of stillness, Moves through the silent stars, like a shield in a ghostly was her presence peaceful and bright. Mar ghealach ri oidhche shàimhe, S i gluasad tro na reulla balbh mar sgiath air ealachainn taibhse,Bha a bràghad gu seimh a soillse. moon is none the worse of the dogs barking at mhisd a ghealach na coin a bhi comhartaich rithe ! Thou ever wert the strangers friend. When tempests gathered in the glen, a plenteous feast was spread ;The stranger-race would hear the in thankf
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