“The groan of the people spread over the hills; it was like the thunder of night, when the cloud bursts on Cona; and a thousand ghosts shriek at once on the hollow wind.”

—  James Macpherson

Book III
The Poems of Ossian, Fingal, an ancient Epic Poem

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Scottish writer, poet, translator, and politician 1736–1796

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