Quote#Nature
Far before the rest, the son of Ossian comes; bright in the smiles of…
Quote byJames Macpherson · 1736–1796
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Poems of Ossian, Temora, Book I.
English (original)
Far before the rest, the son of Ossian comes; bright in the smiles of youth, fair as the first beams of the sun. His long hair waves on his back: his dark brows are half hid beneath his helmet of steel. His sword hangs loose on the hero's side. His spear glitters as he moves. I fled from his terrible eyes, King of high Temora!
— James Macpherson
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