...CONLATH and CUTHONA: • --.:i -.. 'V • / . APOEM*. DID not Offian hear a voice? or is it the found of days that are no more ? Often does the memory of former times come, like the evening fun, on my foul. The noife of the * Conlatli was the youngeft of Morni's fons, and brother to the celebrated...

...or song of fame, than the Grecian shades without the rites of sepulture. CONLATH AND CUTHONA A POEM. DID not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of...thought I lift the spear. But Ossian did hear a voice ! Who art thou, son of night ? The children of the feeble are asleep. The midnight wind is in my hall....

...opinion of the timcs, tli^t the souls of che deceased were noc happy till their elirgifcs were compused by a bard. DID not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it...like the evening sun, on my soul. The noise of the chase is renewed ; and, in thought, I lift the spear. But Ossian did hear a voice : who art thou, son...

...of Conlath comes, long after, to Ossian, to intreat him to transmit to posterity, his and Culhoua's fame. For it was the opinion of the times, that the...thought, I lift the spear. But Ossian did hear a voice ! Who art thou, son of night? The children of the feeble are asleep. The midnight wind is in my hall....

...the sun on Cromla, when the hunter mourns his absence for a season, and sees him between the clouds. Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of day* that are no more ? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul. His...

...sun on Cromla, when the hunter mourns his absence for a season, and sees hiiri between the clouds. Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul. His countenance is settled from...

...the sun on Cromla, when the hunter mourns his absence for a season, and sees him between the clouds. Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more ? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul. His countenance is settled from...

...the sun on Cromln, when the hunter mourns his absence for a season, and sees him between the clouds. Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that nre no more ? Often, like the evening sun, com«s the memory of former times on my soul. His countenance...

...of this, she repeated from Ossian, and her foreign accent rendered it more affecting — Often did the memory of former times come, like the evening sun, on my soul. — I was a little surprised to find the marchioness acquainted with the poems of Ossian. She told...

...of this, she repeated from Ossian, and her foreign accent rendered it more affecting — Often did the memory of former times come, like the evening sun, on my soul. — I was a little surprised to find the marchioness acquainted with the poems of Ossian. She told...