...rocks of Ar* dannider. I, like an ancient oak on Morvcn, 1 moulder * alone in my place. The blaft hath lopped my branches ' away; and I tremble at the wings of the North. Prince" « of the Warriours, Ofcur my fon f fhall I fee thec nw ' more ! ' Dermul and Ofcur were one...

...Rocks of Ardannider, I, like an ancient Oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my Place. The Blaft hath lopped my Branches away ; and I tremble at the Wings of the North. Prince of the Warriors, Ofcur, my Son ! (hall I fee thee no more ! Dermid and Ofcur were one : They...

...Rocks of Ardannider. I, like an ancient Oak on Morotn, I moulder alone in my Place. The Blaft hath lopped my Branches away ; and I tremble at the Wings of the North. Prince of the Warriors, Ofcurt my Son ! fhall I fee the* no more ! Dermld and Ofcur were one : They...

...applies to himfelf; " I, like an ancient oak inMorven, moul" der alone in my place; the blaft hath lopped my branches away ; " and I tremble at the wings of the north f." As Homer exalts his heroes by comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of comparifons...

...hinds of the defart, by the hands of the mighty Swaran ; when, in the midft of thoufands he roared ; like the fhrill fpirit of a ftorm, that fits dim, on the clouds of Gormal, and enjoys the death of the mariner. NOR flept thy hand by thy fide, chief of the ifle of milt f ;...

...applies to himfelf; " I, like an ancient oak in Morven, moul" der alone in my place; the blaft hath lopped " my branches away ; and I tremble at the wings " of the north J." As Homer exalts his heroes by comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of comparifons...

...thedefart, by the hands of the mighty Svcaf an ; when , in the midft of thoufands he roaredj like the shrill fpirit of a ftorm, that fits dim, on the clouds of Gormal , and enjoys the death of the mariner. Nor flept thy hand by thy fide, chief of ths ifle of mift (z);...

...applies to himfelf; « I, like » an ancient oak in Morven, moulder alone in. » my place; the blaft hath lopped my branches » away, and I tremble at the wings...comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of companfons taken from fpirits and ghofts. Swaran « roared » in battle, like the shrill fpirit of...

...the rocks of Ardanndder. I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. Theblaft hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north. Prince of the warriors, Ofcur, my fon! ihall I fee thee no more! DERMID and Ofcur were ones *t •...

...rocks of Ardannidcr. I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. The blaft hath lopped my branches away: and I tremble at the wings of the north. Chief of the warriors, Ofcar, my fon ! (hall I fee thee no more ! But, fon of Alpin, the hero fell...