Oscur Quotes

“How hast thou fallen like an oak, with all thy branches round thee! Where is Fingal the King? where is Oscur my son? where are all my race? Alas! in the earth they lie. I feel their tombs with my hands. I hear the river below murmering hoarsely over the stones. What dost thou, O river, to me?”
― James MacPherson, Fragments of Ancient Poetry