The Poems of Ossian: To which are Prefixed a Preliminary Discourse and Dissertation on the Æra and Poems of OssianPhillips, Sampson,, 1857 - 492 pages |
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... called Fion , Fion na Gael , or , as it is modernized , Fingal , exists , and has immemorially existed , in the Highlands and Islands of Scotland , and that certain poems or ballads containing the exploits of him and his associate ...
... called Fion , Fion na Gael , or , as it is modernized , Fingal , exists , and has immemorially existed , in the Highlands and Islands of Scotland , and that certain poems or ballads containing the exploits of him and his associate ...
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... called M'Dugal and M'Neil , could entertain their hearers in the same manner for a whole winter season . It was from persons of this description , undoubtedly , that Macpherson recovered a great part of the works of Ossian . A ...
... called M'Dugal and M'Neil , could entertain their hearers in the same manner for a whole winter season . It was from persons of this description , undoubtedly , that Macpherson recovered a great part of the works of Ossian . A ...
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... called , rejecting what was spurious or corrupted in one copy , and adopting from another , something more genuine and excelent in its place , afforded him an op- portunity of putting together what might fairly enough be called an ...
... called , rejecting what was spurious or corrupted in one copy , and adopting from another , something more genuine and excelent in its place , afforded him an op- portunity of putting together what might fairly enough be called an ...
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... called , " Poems of Ossian lately discovered . " + " I am interested , " says the baron in his preface , " in no polemical dispute or party , and give these poems such as they are found in the mouths of the peo- ple ; and do not pretend ...
... called , " Poems of Ossian lately discovered . " + " I am interested , " says the baron in his preface , " in no polemical dispute or party , and give these poems such as they are found in the mouths of the peo- ple ; and do not pretend ...
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... called the chiefs to combat . Thrice I brandished my spear , and wield- ed my glittering sword . No warrior appeared . They dreaded the force of my arm , and yielded the blue- eyed maid . Three days I remained in Branno's halls . On the ...
... called the chiefs to combat . Thrice I brandished my spear , and wield- ed my glittering sword . No warrior appeared . They dreaded the force of my arm , and yielded the blue- eyed maid . Three days I remained in Branno's halls . On the ...
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Page 231 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
Page 231 - 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 161 - I was a lovely tree in thy presence, Oscar, with all my branches round me : but thy death came like a blast from the desert, and laid my green head low : the spring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arose.
Page 232 - Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds careless of the voice of the morning. Exult then, 0 sun, in the strength of thy youth!
Page 164 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters : but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Page 140 - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. Why dost thou awake me, O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
Page 223 - They have but fallen before us : for one day we must fall. 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 desert comes ; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Page 166 - 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 - ... mind the night, when all my children fell; when Arindal the mighty fell; when Daura the lovely failed! Daura, my daughter! thou wert fair; fair as the moon on Fura; white as the driven snow; sweet as the breathing gale. Arindal, thy bow was strong. Thy spear was swift in the field. Thy look was like mist on the wave: thy shield, a red cloud in a storm.
Page 367 - DAUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou ! the silence of thy face is pleasant ! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon! they brighten their dark-brown sides. Who is like thee in heaven, light of the silent night? The stars are ashamed in thy presence. They turn away their sparkling eyes. Whither dost thou retire from thy course, when the darkness of thy countenance grows? hast thou thy hall, like Ossian ? dwellest thou in...