Dear Oisin, he has always my approval in everything he does.
We may take as typical the story of Oisin, or Ossian, as told in Ireland.
It contains poems in the Gaelic language by Oisin and others, collected in the Highlands.
Oisin Sarrasin had been called to the English bar and to the American bar.
And if he was quiet in peace he was angry in battle, and Oisin his son and Osgar his son's son followed him in that.
Then Oisin looked at her and saw her beautiful form and her white bosom.
The evening was very warm and the game heavy, and after they had gone some distance, Oisin said, "Let us rest a while."
The bull was dead and Oisin sleeping after the desperate battle.
Before me sat the virgin; she said, “Oisin, let us remain quiet till we reach the mouth of the great sea.”
Now let us speak of Oisin, and the party who tarried with him on the hill of Knockfierna.