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IMITATED FROM OSSIAN.
Lora! the murmur of thy streams
Recals soft memory's pensive dreams;
The sound, Garmallar! of thy trees,
Low-waving in the mountain-breeze,
As lovely on my ear they fall,
The deeds of other days recal.
Recals soft memory's pensive dreams;
The sound, Garmallar! of thy trees,
Low-waving in the mountain-breeze,
As lovely on my ear they fall,
The deeds of other days recal.
Malvina! turn thy radiant eye,
Behold'st thou not a mountain high,
Depending from whose lofty head,
Three aged pines their branches spread?
Dark heath o'ershades its silent brow,
But verdant is the vale below.
Behold'st thou not a mountain high,
Depending from whose lofty head,
Three aged pines their branches spread?
Dark heath o'ershades its silent brow,
But verdant is the vale below.
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There lightly charged with silver dew,
The mountain-floweret meets the view,
Waving, with heavy head declined,
Its snowy blossoms in the wind,
Whilst on the traveller's lonely way,
The thistle strews its tresses grey.
The mountain-floweret meets the view,
Waving, with heavy head declined,
Its snowy blossoms in the wind,
Whilst on the traveller's lonely way,
The thistle strews its tresses grey.
Two stones, half sunk in earth below,
Their dark and mossy summits show;
With flying feet the mountain deer,
Avoids the lonely spot in fear,
For there in clouds, half seen, half lost,
He views some hero's shrouded ghost.
Their dark and mossy summits show;
With flying feet the mountain deer,
Avoids the lonely spot in fear,
For there in clouds, half seen, half lost,
He views some hero's shrouded ghost.
Malvina! bring me Ossian's lyre,
I feel my aged soul on fire.
Past deeds of heroes and of kings
Shall tremble from its sounding strings,
Till, listening to the awful sound,
Aërial forms shall gather round!
I feel my aged soul on fire.
Past deeds of heroes and of kings
Shall tremble from its sounding strings,
Till, listening to the awful sound,
Aërial forms shall gather round!
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