This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1797 edition. Excerpt: ... he faw the fpirit of low-laid Cairbar. He faw him, without his song, rol t'rhe delicacy of the bard, with regard to ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1797 edition. Excerpt: ... he faw the fpirit of low-laid Cairbar. He faw him, without his song, rol t'rhe delicacy of the bard, with regard to Cruthar, is remarkable. A, he was the ancettor of Cathmor, to whom t!ic episode is i-ridreitod, the bard softens his deseat, by only mentioning'hat his penslc tii d Cathmor took the song of Fonar in an unfavourable light. The bards, heing ut the order of the Diuids who pretended to a soi rknowledge of event. were snppofed to have some supernatoral preseience of lut.irity. The king thougM, that the chuice of sonar's song proceeded, from hi, sori-'leeing the nnsortunate issue ut thev. ar; and thi.t his ow n fate waa shadowed out, in that of his ancenor Cruthor. 'l he atlitr.de of the bard, altar the reprimand of his patron, is picturefque arit alsecting. We admire the sim-ecn of Cathmor, but lament uac efsect it Las on me seeling soul of the ttood nld poet. led in a blast of night. He rose. His steps were rcund the host. He struck, at times, his echoing shield. The found reached Oman's ear, on Mora os the hinds. "Fillan," I faid, "the foes advance. I hear the shield of war. Stand thou in the narrow path. Ostian shall mark their courfe. If over my sall the host shall pour; then be thy buckler heard. Awake the king on his heath, lest his fame should ceafe." I strode in ail my rattling arms; widebounding over a stream that darkly winded, in the field, before the king of Atha. Green Atha's king, with lifted fpear, came forward on my courfe. Now would we have mixed in horrid fray, like two contending ghosts, that bending forward, from two clouds, fend forth the roaring winds; did not Ofiian behold, on high, the helmet of Erin's kings. The eagle's wing fpread above it, rustling in the breeze. A red star looked...Read Less
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