Ossian’s Poems

Here I have heard on hills the battle clash
  Roar to the windy sea that roared again:
  When, drunk with wrath, upon the clanking plain
  Barbaric kings did meet in war and dash
  Their mailéd thousands down, heard onset crash
  Like crags contending 'gainst the battering main.
  Torrents of helms, beaming like streams of rain,
  Blue-billowing 'neath the pale moon's fitful flash;
  Saw the scared moon hang over the black wood
  Like a pale wreath of foam; shields, spears, and swords
  Shoot green as meteors thro' the steely flood,
  Or shine like ripples 'round their heathen lords
  Standing like stubborn rocks, whence the wild wave
  Of war circled in steel and foamed out brave on brave.