“Far before the rest, the son of Ossian comes; bright in the smiles of youth, fair as the first beams of the sun. His long hair waves on his back: his dark brows are half hid beneath his helmet of steel. His sword hangs loose on the hero's side. His spear glitters as he moves. I fled from his terrible eyes, King of high Temora!”

— James Macpherson , Temora

Temora, Book I
The Poems of Ossian

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

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