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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... daughter of the Snow . † All this will be readily conceded , and Mr. Macpher- son's being at one period an " indifferent proficient in the Gaelic language , " may seem an argument of some weight against his having himself composed these ...
... daughter of the Snow . † All this will be readily conceded , and Mr. Macpher- son's being at one period an " indifferent proficient in the Gaelic language , " may seem an argument of some weight against his having himself composed these ...
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... daughters of Erin . Go to that happy isle ; to Branno's grass covered fields . The daughter of my friend deserves thy love . Majestic beauty flows around her as a robe , and innocence , as a precious veil , heightens her youth . ful ...
... daughters of Erin . Go to that happy isle ; to Branno's grass covered fields . The daughter of my friend deserves thy love . Majestic beauty flows around her as a robe , and innocence , as a precious veil , heightens her youth . ful ...
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... daughter , and only one , but bright in form and mild of soul , the last beam of the setting line , remained to Sigurd of all his race . His son , in Lulan's battle Nor slain , beheld not his father's flight from his foes . finished ...
... daughter , and only one , but bright in form and mild of soul , the last beam of the setting line , remained to Sigurd of all his race . His son , in Lulan's battle Nor slain , beheld not his father's flight from his foes . finished ...
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... daughter only , but of form divine , The last fair beam of the departing line , Remain'd of Sigurd's race . His warlike son Fell in the shock which overturn'd the throne . Nor desolate the house ! Fionia's charms Sustain'd the glory ...
... daughter only , but of form divine , The last fair beam of the departing line , Remain'd of Sigurd's race . His warlike son Fell in the shock which overturn'd the throne . Nor desolate the house ! Fionia's charms Sustain'd the glory ...
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... daughter of Cathmin , a chief of the Cael , who possessed Ulster . Conlama had been betrothed , some time before , to Turloch , a chief of their own nation . Turloch re sented the affront offered him by Crothar , made an 64 DISSERTATION ON.
... daughter of Cathmin , a chief of the Cael , who possessed Ulster . Conlama had been betrothed , some time before , to Turloch , a chief of their own nation . Turloch re sented the affront offered him by Crothar , made an 64 DISSERTATION ON.
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arms arose art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts gilt 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 morocco mossy mournful muslin Nathos night Oscar Ossian poems poet poetical poetry race raised renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Selma shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel steps storm strangers stream Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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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...