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Is Ossian less of a masterpiece because of its forged origins?

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>>6119155 here

Weep not, o lady, for a vanish't day,
Wherein fell bitter tears as Cupid's darts,
For now thy cries on my poor soul do play;
Each fallen tear's a poniard in mine heart.
Spurn not my love! O turn me not away,
Nor cast me to the howling wolves without,
But let me strive thy terrors to allay,
And nightmare from thy presence strive to rout.

Full bitterly I beat my breast and sigh!
No meat nor drink do pass between my teeth;
With thirst unquench't I wax weak, as to die,
And starve upon this frigid windswept heath.
My bones do crumble at thy plaintive cry,
And searing pity racks my tortured soul,
My strength all flees; my mouth is rasping, dry.
Mine eyes go hot and red as glowing coal.

Around my deathbed beasts do, circ'ling, go,
And prowl! Their eyes with rage and envy fill!
From fangs of onyx doth mine heart's blood flow,
And snarling fiends my utter downfall will.
By mine own folly pounds my frail heart so;
By foolish vanity I dared to woo;
But by thy sharp displeasure I'm brought low,
And gasping lay, my glaring sins to rue.

But my salvation might by thy word be;
Renewed, I might from frailty rise,
If but one word of love thou tellest me,
And on my face dost gaze with gentle eyes.
Then might I stand, mine harried heart to free,
And fingers 'round the sabre's heart to twine,
If I might but my foolish love give thee,
And thou didst take this broken heart of mine.

Pic related, it's my other favorite poet