The poems of Ossian, in the orig. Gaelic, with a tr. into Lat. by R. Macfarlan. With a dissertation on the authenticity of the poems, by sir J. Sinclair, and a tr. of the abbé Cesarotti's dissertation on the controversy respecting Ossian, with notes and a suppl. essay by J. McArthur, Volume 11807 |
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Page lxiv
... Lochlin in these poems , which name is still given to it in the Welsh , Gaelic , and Irish languages . Many particular names of kings and countries in Lochlin also occur , of which none hardly can be explained from our language , as ...
... Lochlin in these poems , which name is still given to it in the Welsh , Gaelic , and Irish languages . Many particular names of kings and countries in Lochlin also occur , of which none hardly can be explained from our language , as ...
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... Lochlin ! " O Connal , speak , thou first of men ! " Thou breaker of the shields ! " Thou hast often fought with Lochlin : " Wilt thou lift thy father's spear ? " " Cuthullin ! " calm the chief replied , " The spear of Connal is keen ...
... Lochlin ! " O Connal , speak , thou first of men ! " Thou breaker of the shields ! " Thou hast often fought with Lochlin : " Wilt thou lift thy father's spear ? " " Cuthullin ! " calm the chief replied , " The spear of Connal is keen ...
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... Lochlin ? " Or leave we Erin to the invading foe ? † " Connal , thou first of men , " Illustrious breaker of the shields , " Oft hast thou fought with men of the east ; " O chief , wilt thou lift thy father's shield ! " " Cuchullin ...
... Lochlin ? " Or leave we Erin to the invading foe ? † " Connal , thou first of men , " Illustrious breaker of the shields , " Oft hast thou fought with men of the east ; " O chief , wilt thou lift thy father's shield ! " " Cuchullin ...
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... Lochlin ; " Roar through the ranks of their pride . " Let no vessel of the kingdom of Snow " Bound on the dark - rolling waves of Inistore . Rise , ye dark winds of Erin , rise ! 66 Roar , whirlwinds of Lara of hinds ! " Amid the ...
... Lochlin ; " Roar through the ranks of their pride . " Let no vessel of the kingdom of Snow " Bound on the dark - rolling waves of Inistore . Rise , ye dark winds of Erin , rise ! 66 Roar , whirlwinds of Lara of hinds ! " Amid the ...
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... Lochlin of ships , " Scatter the host of sea - borne strangers , " Till not a skiff shall rise upon the wave , " With sail or plying oar . " On the raging sea of Innis - tore " Let the wind of Erin rise with strength ; " Let the black ...
... Lochlin of ships , " Scatter the host of sea - borne strangers , " Till not a skiff shall rise upon the wave , " With sail or plying oar . " On the raging sea of Innis - tore " Let the wind of Erin rise with strength ; " Let the black ...
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Page cxciv - Helmets are cleft on high. Blood bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky, spears fall like the circles of light which gild the face of night.
Page iv - ... long to be remembered, and the language formerly had nothing written. He has doubtless inserted names that circulate in popular stories, and may have translated some wandering ballads, if any can be found; and the names and some of the images being recollected, make an inaccurate auditor imagine, by the help of Caledonian bigotry, that he has formerly heard the whole.
Page cxci - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.
Page iii - The editor, or author, never could show the original ; nor can it be shown by any other; to revenge reasonable incredulity, by refusing evidence, is a degree of insolence, with which the world is not yet acquainted ; and stubborn audacity is the last refuge of guilt.
Page cxxvi - Thin thongs, bright-studded with gems, bend on the stately necks of the steeds. The steeds that like wreaths of mist fly over the streamy vales ! The wildness of deer is in their course, the strength of eagles descending on the prey. Their noise is like the blast of winter, on the sides of the snow-headed Gormal.
Page cxxx - Blood bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky. Spears fall like the circles of light, which gild the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high. As the last peal of thunder in heaven, such is the din of war...
Page c - I beheld their chief," says Moran, " tall as a glittering rock. His spear is a blasted pine; his shield the rising moon. He sat on the shore! like a cloud of mist on the silent hill! Many, chief of heroes! I said, many are our hands of war. Well art thou named the Mighty Man, but many mighty men are seen from Tura's windy walls.
Page clix - Duchomar was the dream of her night! She will raise my tomb; the hunter shall raise my fame. But draw the sword from my breast. Morna, the steel is cold ! ' She came, in all her tears she came; she drew the sword from his breast. He pierced her white side! He spread her fair locks on the ground! Her bursting blood sounds from her side; her white arm is stained with red. Rolling in death she lay. The cave re-echoed to her sighs.
Page cxx - Mine arm like the thunder of heaven ! " But be thou on a moon-beam, O Morna ! " Near the window of my rest ; " When my thoughts are of peace ; " When the din of arms is past.
Page cxxxii - Weep on the rocks of roaring winds, O maid of Inistore! Bend thy fair head over the waves, thou lovelier than the ghost of the hills; when it moves, in a sunbeam, at noon, over the silence of Morven! He is fallen! thy youth is low! pale beneath the sword of Cuthullin!