The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 - Bards and bardism |
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... chief . Why art thou sad , Hidallan ! hast - thou not received thy fame ? The songs of Ossian have been heard ; thy ghost has brightened in wind , when thou didst bend from thy cloud , to hear the song of Morven's bard ! ” " And do ...
... chief . Why art thou sad , Hidallan ! hast - thou not received thy fame ? The songs of Ossian have been heard ; thy ghost has brightened in wind , when thou didst bend from thy cloud , to hear the song of Morven's bard ! ” " And do ...
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... chief , he imme- diately killed a goat with his own sword , dipped the end of an half - burnt piece of wood in the blood , and gave it to one of his servants , to be carried to the next hamlet . From hamlet to hamlet this tessera was ...
... chief , he imme- diately killed a goat with his own sword , dipped the end of an half - burnt piece of wood in the blood , and gave it to one of his servants , to be carried to the next hamlet . From hamlet to hamlet this tessera was ...
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... chief , some ages ago , who was himself no con- temptible poet . The story is romantic , but not incredible , if we make allowances for the lively imagination of a man of ge- nius . Our chief sailing , in a storm , along one of the ...
... chief , some ages ago , who was himself no con- temptible poet . The story is romantic , but not incredible , if we make allowances for the lively imagination of a man of ge- nius . Our chief sailing , in a storm , along one of the ...
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... chief ; but mark his surprize , when , instead of a ray of the sun , he saw a skinny fisherwoman , more than mid- dle aged , appearing before him . Tradition here ends the story : but it may be easily supposed that the passion of the chief ...
... chief ; but mark his surprize , when , instead of a ray of the sun , he saw a skinny fisherwoman , more than mid- dle aged , appearing before him . Tradition here ends the story : but it may be easily supposed that the passion of the chief ...
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... chief of ten thousand spears . He dwells at the waters of Lano , * which sends forth the vapour of death . He came to Runa's echoing halls , and sought the honour of the spear . The youth was lovely as the first beam of the sun ; few ...
... chief of ten thousand spears . He dwells at the waters of Lano , * which sends forth the vapour of death . He came to Runa's echoing halls , and sought the honour of the spear . The youth was lovely as the first beam of the sun ; few ...
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arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Cathmor cave chace chief Clono cloud Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula dark dark-brown darkened daugh daughter death distant dost thou echoing Erin Erin's eyes fame father feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal Firbolg fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts gleaming grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heroes hill Inis-huna Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena Mora Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rush Ryno Selma Semo shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear steel steps storm strangers stream Strutha Sul-malla Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine thro tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warrior waves wind youth
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Page 158 - DAUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou ! the silence of thy face is pleasant ! Thou comest forth in loveliness.
Page 39 - Star of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud ; thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. 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...
Page 45 - Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice; no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake?
Page 31 - OUR youth is like the dream of the hunter on the hill of heath. He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red lightning flies around : trees shake their heads to the wind ! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun ; and the pleasant dreams of his rest...
Page 53 - I saw their chief, tall as a rock of ice ; his spear, the blasted fir ; his shield, the rising moon ; he sat on the shore, like a cloud of mist On the hi 1 In.
Page 44 - THOU wert swift, O Morar! as a roe on the desart; terrible as a meteor of fire. Thy wrath was as the storm. Thy sword in battle, as lightning in the field. Thy voice was a stream after rain; like thunder on distant hills.
Page 48 - The oar is stopped at once; he panted on the rock and expired. What is thy grief, O Daura, when round thy feet is poured thy brother's blood!
Page 200 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
Page 190 - The remembrance of battles past, and the return of peace is compared to the sun returning after a storm : " Hear the battle of Lora! the sound of its steel is long since past: so thunder on the darkened hill roars, and is no more ; the sun returns with his silent beams; the glittering rocks, and green heads of the mountains, smile.
Page 43 - ... sad! They mourned the fall of Morar, first of mortal men! His soul was like the soul of Fingal: his sword like the sword of Oscar. But he fell, and his father mourned: his sister's eyes were full of tears. Minona's eyes were full of tears, the sister of carborne Morar.