The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the era and poems of Ossian1845 |
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... clouds in the east ; or when thou tremblest in the west , at thy dusky aoors in the ocean . Perhaps thou and myself ... cloud on the field , and her gray mist on the sides of the rocks ; a blast from the north on the plain , a traveller ...
... clouds in the east ; or when thou tremblest in the west , at thy dusky aoors in the ocean . Perhaps thou and myself ... cloud on the field , and her gray mist on the sides of the rocks ; a blast from the north on the plain , a traveller ...
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... cloud of public hate , all that had any know- ledge of the religion of the Druids became ex- tinct , and the nation fell into the last degree of ignorance of their rites and ceremonies . It is no matter of wonder , then , that Fingal ...
... cloud of public hate , all that had any know- ledge of the religion of the Druids became ex- tinct , and the nation fell into the last degree of ignorance of their rites and ceremonies . It is no matter of wonder , then , that Fingal ...
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... cloud of the hill . His eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkled through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream . ' The circumstance of the stars being beheld ...
... cloud of the hill . His eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkled through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream . ' The circumstance of the stars being beheld ...
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... cloud of death ; it hovers over the plains of Lena . The sons of green Erin shall fall . Remove from the field of ghosts . - Like the darkened moon , he retired in the mist of the whistling blast . ' • Several other appearances of ...
... cloud of death ; it hovers over the plains of Lena . The sons of green Erin shall fall . Remove from the field of ghosts . - Like the darkened moon , he retired in the mist of the whistling blast . ' • Several other appearances of ...
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... cloud , over the tree his beams have raised , whilst it shakes its lonely head on the heath , so joyful is the king over Fillan . ' Sedate , how- and wise , he mixes the praise which he be- stows on him with some reprehension of his ...
... cloud , over the tree his beams have raised , whilst it shakes its lonely head on the heath , so joyful is the king over Fillan . ' Sedate , how- and wise , he mixes the praise which he be- stows on him with some reprehension of his ...
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arms arose art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Clutha Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark daugh daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts gleaming gray grief hair hall hand harp hear heard heath heaven heroes hill Iliad Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist moon Morni mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poems poet race raised rejoice renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Selma shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel steps storm strangers stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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Page 234 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
Page 167 - The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Page 288 - It is thy father, O Morar! the father of no son but thee. He heard of thy fame in war; he heard of foes dispersed. He heard of Morar's renown; why did he not hear of his wound? Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust.
Page 226 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desart comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Page 285 - The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee : they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam ! Let the light of Ossian's soul arise ! "And it does arise in its strength ! I behold my departed friends.
Page 159 - 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.
Page 153 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls; and the voice of the people is heard no more.
Page 301 - Like the darkened moon, he retired in the midst of the whistling blast.
Page 343 - Swaran," said the king of hills, "to-day our fame is greatest. We shall pass away like a dream. No sound will remain in our fields of war. Our tombs will be lost in the heath. The hunter shall not know the place of our rest.
Page 134 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?