I see him not on the brow。 His dogs e not before him with tidings of
his near approach。 Here I must sit alone！
〃Who lie on the heath beside me ？ Are they my love and my brother？
Speak to me ， O my friends ！ To Colma they give no reply。 Speak to me
： I am alone ！ My soul is tormented with fears。 Ah， they are dead！
Their swords are red from the fight。 O my brother ！ my brother ！ why
hast thou slain my Salgar ！ Why， O Salgar ， hast thou slain my brother！
Dear were ye both to me ！ what shall I say in your praise？ Thou wert
fair on the hill among thousands！ he was terrible in fight ！ Speak to
me！ hear my voice！ hear me， sons of my love！ They are silent！ silent
for ever！ Cold ， cold ， are their breasts of clay！ Oh ， from the
rock on the hill， from the top of the windy steep， speak， ye ghosts
of the dead ！ Speak， I will not be afraid ！ Whither are ye gone to
rest？ In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed ？ No feeble
voice is on the gale： no answer half drowned in the storm！
〃I sit in my grief： I wait for morning in my tears ！ Rear the tomb，
ye friends of the dead。 Close it not till Colma e。 My life flies away
like a dream。 Why should I stay behind？ Here shall I rest with my friends，
by the stream of the sounding rock。 When night es on the hill when
the loud winds arise my ghost shall stand in the blast， and mourn the
death of my friends。 The hunter shall hear from his booth ； he shall
fear， but love my voice！ For sweet shall my voice be for my friends
： pleasant were her friends to Colma。
〃Such was thy song， Minona ， softly blushing daughter of Torman。
Our tears descended for Colma ， and our souls were sad ！ Ullin came
with his harp ； he gave the song of Alpin。 The voice of Alpin was pleasant，
the soul of Ryno was a beam of fire ！ But they had rested in the narrow
house ： their voice had ceased in Selma！ Ullin had returned one day
from the chase before the heroes fell。 He heard their strife on the hill
： their song was soft， but sad！ They mourned the fall of Morar ， first
of mortal men ！ His soul was like the soul of Fingal ： his sword like
the sword of Oscar。 But he fell ， and his father mourned ： his sister's
eyes were full of tears。 Minona's eyes were full of tears ， the sister
of car…borne Morar。 She retired from the song of Ullin， like the moon
in the west ， when she foresees the shower ， and hides her fair head
in a cloud。 I touched the harp with Ullin ： the song of morning rose ！
〃Ryno。 The wind and the rain are past ， calm is the noon of day。
The clouds are divided in heaven。 Over the green hills flies the inconstant
sun。 Red through the stony vale es down the stream of the hill。 Sweet
are thy murmurs ， O stream ！ but more sweet is the voice I hear。 It
is the voice of Alpin ， the son of song， mourning for the dead！ Bent
is his head of age： red his tearful eye。 Alpin ， thou son of song ，
why alone on the silent hill？ why plainest thou ， as a blast in the
wood as a wave on the lonely shore？
〃Alpin。 My tears， O Ryno ！ are for the dead my voice for those that
have passed away。 Tall thou art on the hill ； fair among the sons of
the vale。 But thou shalt fall like Morar： the mourner shall sit on thy
tomb。 The hills shall know thee no more ： thy bow shall lie in thy hall
unstrung！
〃Thou wert swift， O Morar！ as a roe on the desert ： terrible as
a meteor of fire。 Thy wrath was as the storm。 Thy sword in battle as lightning
in the field。 Thy voice was as a stream after rain， like thunder on distant
hills。 Many fell by thy arm ： they were consumed in the flames of thy
wrath。 But when thou didst return from war， how peaceful was thy brow。
Thy face was like the sun after rain： like the moon in the silence of
night ： calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid。
〃Narrow is thy dwelling now ！ dark the place of thine abode！ With
three steps I pass thy grave ， O thou who wast so great before！ Four
stones， with their heads of moss ， are the only memorial of thee。 A
tree with scarce a leaf ， long grass which whistles in the wind， mark
to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar。 Morar！ thou art low
indeed。 Thou hast no mother to mourn thee ， no maid with her tears of
love。 Dead is she that brought thee forth。 Fallen is the daughter of Morglan。
〃Who on his staff is this ？ Who is this whose head is white with
age ， whose eyes are red with tears， who quakes at every step ？ It
is thy father ， O Morar！ the father of no son but thee。 He heard of
thy fame in war ， he heard of foes dispersed。 He heard of Morar's renown，
why did he not hear of his wound？ Weep ， thou father of Morar ！ Weep，
but thy son heareth thee not。 Deep is the sleep of the dead ， low their
pillow of dust。 No more shall he hear thy voice ， no more awake at thy
call。 When shall it be morn in the grave， to bid the slumberer awake ？
Farewell， thou bravest of men！ thou conqueror in the field！ but the
field shall see thee no more， nor the dark wood be lightened with the
splendour of thy steel。 Thou has left no son。 The song shall preserve
thy name。 Future times shall hear of thee they shall hear of the fallen
Morar ！
〃The grief of all arose ， but most the bursting sigh of Armin。 He
remembers the death of his son， who fell in the days of his youth。 Carmor
was near the hero ， the chief of the echoing Galmal。 Why burst the sigh
of Armin？ he said。 Is there a cause to mourn ？ The song es with its
music to melt and please the soul。 It is like soft mist that， rising
from a lake ， pours on the silent vale ； the green flowers are filled
with dew， but the sun returns in his strength， and the mist is gone。
Why art thou sad， O Armin， chief of sea…surrounded Gorma？
〃Sad I am ！ nor small is my cause of woe ！ Carmor ， thou hast lost
no son； thou hast lost no daughter of beauty。 Colgar the valiant lives，
and Annira， fairest maid。 The boughs of thy house ascend ， O Carmor ！
but Armin is the last of his race。 Dark is thy bed， O Daura！ deep thy
sleep in the tomb ！ When shalt thou wake with thy songs？ with all thy
voice of music？
〃Arise， winds of autumn， arise： blow along the heath。 Streams of
the mountains ， roar ； roar ， tempests in the groves of my oaks！ Walk
through broken clouds ， O moon ！ show thy pale face at intervals； bring
to my mind the night when all my children fell， when Arindal the mighty
fell—— when Daura the lovely failed。 Daura， my daughter， thou wert
fair， fair as the moon on Fura ， white as the driven snow ， sweet as
the breathing gale。 Arindal ， thy bow was strong ， thy spear was swift
on the field， thy look was like mist on the wave ， thy shield a red
cloud in a storm！ Armar， renowned in war， came and sought Daura's love。
He was not long refused ： fair was the hope of their friends。
〃Erath， son of Odgal ， repined： his brother had been slain by Armar。
He came disguised like a son of the sea ： fair was his cliff on the wave，
white his locks of age， calm his serious brow。 Fairest of women， he
said， lovely daughter of Armin ！ a rock not distant in the sea bears
a tree on its side； red shines the fruit afar。 There Armar waits for
Daura。 I e to carry his love ！ she went she called on Armar。 Nought
answered， but the son of the rock。 Armar ， my love， my love！ why tormentest
thou me with fear ？ Hear ， son of Arnart， hear ！ it is Daura who calleth
thee。 Erath ， the traitor， fled laughing to the land。 She lifted up
her voice —— she called for her brother and her father。 Arindal ！ Armin！
none to relieve you ， Daura。
〃Her voice came over the sea。 Arindal ， my son ， descended from
the hill， rough in the spoils of the chase。 His arrows rattled by his
side； his bow was in his hand， five dark…gray dogs attended his steps。
He saw fierce Erath on the shore； he seized and bound him to an oak。
Thick wind the thongs of the hide around his limbs； he loads the winds
with his groans。 Arindal ascends the deep in his boat to bring Daura to
land。 Armar came in his wrath ， and let fly the gray…feathered shaft。
It sung ， it sunk in thy heart ， O Arindal， my son ！ for Erath the
traitor thou diest。 The oar is stopped at once： he panted on the rock，
and expired。 What is thy grief， O Daura， when round thy feet is poured
thy brother's blood。 The boat is broken in twain。 Armar plunges into the
sea to rescue his Daura ， or die。 Sudden a blast from a hill came over
the waves ； he sank， and he rose no more。
〃Alone， on the sea…beat rock ， my daughter was heard to plain
； frequent and loud were her cries。 What could her father do ？ All night
I stood on the shore： I saw her by the faint beam of the moon。 All night
I heard her cries。 Loud was the wind； the rain beat hard on the hill。
Before morning appeared ， her voice was weak ； it died away like the
evening breeze among the grass of the rocks。 Spent with grief ， she expired，
and left thee ， Armin， alone。 Gone is my strength in war， fallen my
pride among women。 When the storms aloft arise， when the north lifts
the wave on high， I sit by the sounding shore， and look on the fatal
rock。
〃Often by the setting moon I see the ghosts of my children； half
viewless they walk in mournful conference together。〃
A torrent of tears which streamed from Charlotte's eyes and gave relief
to her bursting heart ， stopped Werther's recitation。 He threw down the
book， seized her hand， and wept bitterly。 Charlotte leaned upon her
hand， and buried her face in her handkerchief： the agitation of both
was excessive。 They felt that their own fate was pictured in the misfortunes
of Ossian's heroes， they felt this together， and their tears redoubled。
Werther supported his forehead on Charlotte's arm ： she trembled ， she
wished to be gone ； but sorrow and sympathy lay like a leaden weight
upon her soul。 She recovered herself shortly， and begged Werther ， with
broken sobs ， to leave her ， implored him with the utmost earnestness
to ply with her request。 He trembled ； his heart was ready to burst
： then ，