We may boldly assign him [Ossian] a place among those, whose works are to last for ages. - James Macpherson

Where art thou, beam of light? Hunters, from the mossy rock, saw ye the blue-eyed fair?

As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills, toward each other approached the heroes.—As two dark streams from high rocks meet, and mix and roar on the plain; loud, rough and dark in battle met Lochlin and Innis-fail. Chief mixed his strokes with chief, and man with man; steel, clanging, sounded on steel, helmets are cleft on high. Blood bursts and smokes around. ... As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven, such is the noise of battle.

Except the Bible and Shakespeare, there is not any book that sells better than Ossian.