The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 - Bards and bardism |
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... dark ; his soul is sad ; his son has lost his fame ! " " Where , " said the youth , " shall I search for fame , to gladden the soul of Lamor ? From whence shall I return with renown , that the sound of my arms may be pleasant in his ear ...
... dark ; his soul is sad ; his son has lost his fame ! " " Where , " said the youth , " shall I search for fame , to gladden the soul of Lamor ? From whence shall I return with renown , that the sound of my arms may be pleasant in his ear ...
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... dark as the tales of other times , before the light of the song arose . He slowly vanish- ed , like a mist that ... dark ; like the sun when he carries a cloud on his face , but again he looks forth from his darkness on the green hills ...
... dark as the tales of other times , before the light of the song arose . He slowly vanish- ed , like a mist that ... dark ; like the sun when he carries a cloud on his face , but again he looks forth from his darkness on the green hills ...
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... dark streams . Duth - carmor saw white - bosomed Lanul , † and pierced * Car - mona , bay of the dark - brown hills , an arm of the sea , in the neighbourhood of Selma . In this paragraph are men- tioned the signals presented to Fingal ...
... dark streams . Duth - carmor saw white - bosomed Lanul , † and pierced * Car - mona , bay of the dark - brown hills , an arm of the sea , in the neighbourhood of Selma . In this paragraph are men- tioned the signals presented to Fingal ...
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... dark rider of the wave . Ton - thena had hid her head in the sky . He bound his white - bosomed sails . His course is on the hills of Rath - col , to the seats of roes . We came . I sent the bard , with songs , to call the foe to fight ...
... dark rider of the wave . Ton - thena had hid her head in the sky . He bound his white - bosomed sails . His course is on the hills of Rath - col , to the seats of roes . We came . I sent the bard , with songs , to call the foe to fight ...
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... dark ridge of waves . The grey - haired bards were like moving foam on their face . They kindled the strife around , with their red- rolling eyes . Nor alone were the dwellers of rocks ; a son of Loda was there ; a voice in his own dark ...
... dark ridge of waves . The grey - haired bards were like moving foam on their face . They kindled the strife around , with their red- rolling eyes . Nor alone were the dwellers of rocks ; a son of Loda was there ; a voice in his own dark ...
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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.