| Bards and bardism - 1803 - 390 pages
...streams." " 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 !...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." " He spoke,... | |
| James Macpherson - 1803 - 386 pages
...streams." -" 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 h,ll ! Many, chief of heroes ! I said, many are our hands of war. Well art thou named, the Mighty Man... | |
| Ossian - 1805 - 648 pages
...thr first edition ; from Pope's Temple of Fame : High on a rock of ice the structure lay, , ed pine. His shield the rising moon * ! He sat on the shore...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. " He spoke,... | |
| Ossian - 1806 - 364 pages
...streams." " 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 !...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." * Cairbar... | |
| Sir John Sinclair - Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1806 - 254 pages
...rock on the shore, and resembling the mist on yonder hill," which is infinitely finer than " sitting on the shore, like a cloud of mist on the silent hill." In Macpherson, Swaran's heroes are not at all taken notice of; whereas, in the Gaelic, the scout, after... | |
| 1807 - 536 pages
...rock on the shore, and resembling the mist on yonder hill," which is infinitely finer than '' sitting on the shore, like a cloud of mist on the silent hill." In Macpherson, Swaran's heroes are not at all taken notice of; whereas, In the Gaelic, the scout, after... | |
| 1808 - 596 pages
...Mr. Ross. "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 !" — It is thus rendered by Mr, Ross. " I beheld their chief, said Moran; the hero is like a rock.... | |
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