Poems by James Macpherson

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SHILRIC, VINVELA.
I sit by the mossy fountain; on the
Evening is grey on the hills. The
CONNAL, CRIMORA,
Thou askest, fair daughter of the
Autumn is dark on the mountains;
Son of the noble Fingal, Oscian,
Why openest thou afresh the spring of
By the side of a rock on the hill, beneath
It is night; and I am alone, forlorn
Sad! I am sad indeed: nor small my
RYNO, ALPIN.
[Footnote: This is the opening of the epic poem mentioned in the preface. The two following fragments are parts of some episodes of the same work.]
DUCHOMMAR, MORNA.
[1]Where is Gealchossa my love, the

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