Lorma sat, in Aldo's hall. She sat at the light of a flaming oak. The night came down, but he did not return. The soul of Lorma is sad! "What detains thee, hunter of Cona? Thou didst promise to return. Has the deer been distant far? do the dark winds sigh, round thee, on the heath? I am in the land of strangers, where is my friend, but Aldo? Come from thy sounding hills, O my best beloved!" Her eyes are turned toward the gate. She listens to the rustling blast. She thinks it is Aldo's tread. Joy rises in her face! But sorrow returns again, like a thin cloud on the moon.
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Confirmed with The Poems of Ossian. Translated by James Macpherson, Esq; Vol.I. A new edition, carefully corrected, and greatly improved. London, MDCCLXXIII, pages 402-403.
- by James Macpherson (pretending to translate "Ossian") (1736 - 1796), no title, appears in The Battle of Lora [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Edmund von Harold, Baron (1737 - 1808) , no title ; composed by Franz Peter Schubert.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , subtitle: "Lorma", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Auguste Lacaussade) , no title, first published 1842
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