The Heart of ScotlandMoncrieff, A. R. Hope (Ascott Robert Hope)
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The Heart of Scotland
Moncrieff, A. R. Hope (Ascott Robert Hope)
Perthshire (Scotland) -- Description and travel
The most authentic renown of Fortingall is as vicarage of James
Macgregor, Dean of Lismore, who, in the first half of the sixteenth
century, along with his brother Duncan, compiled the earliest collection
of Gaelic poetry, which bears the title _Book of Lismore_, though it was
made in the centre of Perthshire. Naturally the Macgregor Dean gives a
good place to legends and achievements of his own race, whose proud
genealogy has thus been embalmed; but he admits praises of the Clan
Donachie, the Clan Dougal, and other neighbours; also preserving
memories of such misty heroes as Finn and Oscar, and many poems
attributed to Ossian, similar to those upon which Macpherson afterwards
founded his _remaniement_. The name of the supposed author is usually
prefixed to each contribution. Among the rest is the romantic legend of
Fraoch and the dragon, outlined in _Highlands and Islands_. A passage
from this, as translated by the Rev. T. Maclauglan, may be quoted to
show how poets have always drawn on the same similes and hyperboles.
The hero lived, of matchless strength,
The bravest heart in battle’s day.
Lovely those lips with welcomes rich,
Which women like so well to kiss;
Lovely the chief whom men obeyed,
Lovely those cheeks like roses red,
Than raven’s hue more dark his hair,
Redder than hero’s blood his cheeks;
Softer than froth of streams his skin,
Whiter it was than whitest snow,
His hair in curling locks fell down,
His eye more blue than bluest ice;
Than rowans red more red his lips,
Whiter than blossoms were his teeth;
Tall was his spear like any mast,
Sweeter his voice than sounding chord.
None could better swim than Fraoch
Who ever breasted running stream.
Broader than any gate his shield;
Joyous he swung it o’er his back;
His arm and sword of equal length,
In size he like a ship did look.
Would it had been in warrior’s fight
That Fraoch, who spared not gold, had died;
’Twas sad to perish by a Beast,
’Tis just as sad he lives not now.
Another characteristic feature of the collection is strings of homely
proverbial saws such as this, going to show Scottish Sabbatarianism
older than communications with Geneva--
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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