heroes lay. Dark-bending from ... the wood
her wounded father seemed to come. He appeared
at times, then hid himself in mist.
Bursting into tears, she arose. She knew that
the chief was low ... Thou wert the last of his
race, O blue-eyed Dardu-Lena!--Ossian,
Temora
,
v.
Dargo, the spear of Ossian, son of Fingal.—Ossian, Calthon and Colmal.