The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the era and poems of Ossian1845 |
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Page 144
... hill , where , according to the custom of those princes , he surveyed the battle . Observe how this critical event is wrought up by the poet . Wide spreading over echoing Lubar , the flight of Bolga is rolled along . Fillan hung forward ...
... hill , where , according to the custom of those princes , he surveyed the battle . Observe how this critical event is wrought up by the poet . Wide spreading over echoing Lubar , the flight of Bolga is rolled along . Fillan hung forward ...
Page 159
... hill ; ' and all the natural objects around him seem to carry the presages of death . The thistle shakes its beard to the wind . The flower hangs its heavy head ; it seems to say , I am covered with the drops of heaven ; the time of my ...
... hill ; ' and all the natural objects around him seem to carry the presages of death . The thistle shakes its beard to the wind . The flower hangs its heavy head ; it seems to say , I am covered with the drops of heaven ; the time of my ...
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... hill . ' Cairbar , after his treacherous as- sassination of Oscar , is compared to a pestilential fog . I love a foe like Cathmor , ' says Fingal , his soul is great ; his arm is strong ; his battles are full of fame . But the little ...
... hill . ' Cairbar , after his treacherous as- sassination of Oscar , is compared to a pestilential fog . I love a foe like Cathmor , ' says Fingal , his soul is great ; his arm is strong ; his battles are full of fame . But the little ...
Page 174
... hill of roes ; to the face of the blue and still lake . Two similes on this sub- ject I shall quote , because they would do honour to any of the most celebrated classics . The one is Sit thou on the heath , O bard ! and let us hear thy ...
... hill of roes ; to the face of the blue and still lake . Two similes on this sub- ject I shall quote , because they would do honour to any of the most celebrated classics . The one is Sit thou on the heath , O bard ! and let us hear thy ...
Page 205
... hill . Warri- ors , lift the shields , in my presence . He must not fall like a fire from heaven , whose place is not marked on the ground . He comes like an eagle , from the skirt of his squally wind ! In his hand are the spoil of foes ...
... hill . Warri- ors , lift the shields , in my presence . He must not fall like a fire from heaven , whose place is not marked on the ground . He comes like an eagle , from the skirt of his squally wind ! In his hand are the spoil of foes ...
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arms arose art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Clutha Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark daugh daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts 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 mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poems poet race raised rejoice renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Selma shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel steps storm strangers stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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Page 234 - 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 167 - 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 - It is thy father, O Morar! the father of no son but thee. He heard of thy fame in war; he heard of foes dispersed. He heard of Morar's renown; why did he not hear of his wound? Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust.
Page 226 - 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 desart comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Page 285 - 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 hair. Farewell, thou silent beam ! Let the light of Ossian's soul arise ! "And it does arise in its strength ! I behold my departed friends.
Page 159 - As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle.
Page 153 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls; and the voice of the people is heard no more.
Page 301 - Like the darkened moon, he retired in the midst of the whistling blast.
Page 343 - Swaran," said the king of hills, "to-day our fame is greatest. We shall pass away like a dream. No sound will remain in our fields of war. Our tombs will be lost in the heath. The hunter shall not know the place of our rest.
Page 134 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?