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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... song . A mighty blaze is kindled in my soul . I hear a powerful voice . It says , " Seize thy beam of glory , O bard ! for thou shalt soon depart . Soon shall the light of song be faded . Soon thy tuneful voice forgotten . " — " Yes , I ...
... song . A mighty blaze is kindled in my soul . I hear a powerful voice . It says , " Seize thy beam of glory , O bard ! for thou shalt soon depart . Soon shall the light of song be faded . Soon thy tuneful voice forgotten . " — " Yes , I ...
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... song beams at times on my mind . It solaces awhile my wo . Bards , prepare my tomb . Lay me by the fair Evir - allen . When the revolving years bring back the mild season of spring to our hills , sing the praise of Cona's bard , of ...
... song beams at times on my mind . It solaces awhile my wo . Bards , prepare my tomb . Lay me by the fair Evir - allen . When the revolving years bring back the mild season of spring to our hills , sing the praise of Cona's bard , of ...
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... songs of other times , when they are , as they frequently are , supremely beautiful , merit every praise , but we ... song in the towers of Afrasiab " " All nature is consonant to the horrors of my mind . " Larnel , p . 163. Evidently ...
... songs of other times , when they are , as they frequently are , supremely beautiful , merit every praise , but we ... song in the towers of Afrasiab " " All nature is consonant to the horrors of my mind . " Larnel , p . 163. Evidently ...
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... song has been found coeval with society among the most barbarous nations . The only subjects which could prompt men ... songs or poems , could take such hold of the imagination and memory , as to be pre- served by oral tradition , and ...
... song has been found coeval with society among the most barbarous nations . The only subjects which could prompt men ... songs or poems , could take such hold of the imagination and memory , as to be pre- served by oral tradition , and ...
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... songs . Their poets were distinguished by the title of Scalders , and their songs were termed Vyses . Saxo Grammaticus , a ... song , composed by Regner Lodbrog , and trans- ated by Olaus , word for word , from the 92 CRITICAL DISSERTA110.
... songs . Their poets were distinguished by the title of Scalders , and their songs were termed Vyses . Saxo Grammaticus , a ... song , composed by Regner Lodbrog , and trans- ated by Olaus , word for word , from the 92 CRITICAL DISSERTA110.
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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...