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Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

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Ossianic and o<strong>the</strong>r Eaiiy Lcgi'/ids. 239<br />

at him with fear expressed in face, and hrab, and attitude.<br />

He always departed in great anger. All this time<br />

<strong>the</strong>re was no way <strong>of</strong> escaping from this park ; where<br />

high steep cliffs were wanting, <strong>the</strong>re were straight descents<br />

<strong>of</strong> such depth as could not be passed with life.<br />

The last time he beheld his mo<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> Fear Doirche<br />

had been speaking in s<strong>of</strong>t and in harsh tones alternately<br />

for a long time ; but still <strong>the</strong> hind kept alo<strong>of</strong> from him<br />

trembling. At last he struck her with a hazel wand, and<br />

she was obliged to follow him, still looking back at her<br />

son and bleating piteously. He made violent efforts to<br />

follow her. He cried out in rage and sorrow, but had<br />

not power to move. He fell on <strong>the</strong> ground insensible,<br />

just as he was listening to what he supposed <strong>the</strong> expiring<br />

cries <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> deer, and when he awoke he found himself<br />

on <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hill where some days after <strong>the</strong> dogs<br />

discovered him. He had searched days and days for <strong>the</strong><br />

inclosure where he had so happily lived, but could discover<br />

no appearance <strong>of</strong> cliffs springing up or descend-<br />

ing, such as had long been so familiar to his eyes.<br />

This youth received <strong>the</strong> name <strong>of</strong> Oisin, and in time he<br />

became <strong>the</strong> sweet singer <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Fianna <strong>of</strong> Erinn.<br />

In <strong>the</strong> Book <strong>of</strong> Leinster are preserved some poetic<br />

pieces attributed to Oisin, <strong>the</strong> son <strong>of</strong> Fion. Oisin and<br />

Oisin's poetry may have belonged to <strong>the</strong> real world, but<br />

if so, succeeding poets so carefully surrounded his re-<br />

mains with <strong>the</strong>ir own compositions imposed on <strong>the</strong><br />

world as his, that <strong>the</strong>y became lost to sight and hearing,<br />

and are now ei<strong>the</strong>r extinct or dispersed in very small<br />

portions through <strong>the</strong> inferior productions <strong>of</strong> his imi-<br />

tators. Subjoined is a literal translation <strong>of</strong> a poetical

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