The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2T. Becket and P. A. Dehondt at Tully's Head, 1765 |
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... powned , is merely ideal . It may buoy up the minds of individuals , but it contributes very little to their importance in the eyes of others . - But of all all those prejudices which are incident to narrow minds , XXIV A DISSERTATION .
... powned , is merely ideal . It may buoy up the minds of individuals , but it contributes very little to their importance in the eyes of others . - But of all all those prejudices which are incident to narrow minds , XXIV A DISSERTATION .
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... eyes of any person tolerably con- verfant with the Irish tongue . The idiom is fo corrupted and fo many words borrowed from the English , that that language muft have made con- fiderable progrefs in Ireland before the poems were writ ...
... eyes of any person tolerably con- verfant with the Irish tongue . The idiom is fo corrupted and fo many words borrowed from the English , that that language muft have made con- fiderable progrefs in Ireland before the poems were writ ...
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... eyes of his fear are fad . Cormac rifes in his foul , with all his ghastly wounds . The grey form of the youth appears in darkness ; blood pours from his airy fides .--- Cairbar thrice threw his fpear on earth ; and thrice he ftroked ...
... eyes of his fear are fad . Cormac rifes in his foul , with all his ghastly wounds . The grey form of the youth appears in darkness ; blood pours from his airy fides .--- Cairbar thrice threw his fpear on earth ; and thrice he ftroked ...
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... eyes to Moi - lena . The fcouts of blue ocean came . They came with fteps of fear , and often looked behind . Cairbar knew that the mighty were near , and called his gloomy chiefs . THE founding fteps of his warriors came . They drew ...
... eyes to Moi - lena . The fcouts of blue ocean came . They came with fteps of fear , and often looked behind . Cairbar knew that the mighty were near , and called his gloomy chiefs . THE founding fteps of his warriors came . They drew ...
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... eyes , king of high Temora . THEN fly , thou feeble man , faid Foldath in gloomy wrath : fly to the grey ftreams of thy land , fon of the little foul ! Have not I feen that Ofcar ? I beheld the chief in war . He is of the mighty in ...
... eyes , king of high Temora . THEN fly , thou feeble man , faid Foldath in gloomy wrath : fly to the grey ftreams of thy land , fon of the little foul ! Have not I feen that Ofcar ? I beheld the chief in war . He is of the mighty in ...
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againſt Atha bards battle beam beautiful behold blaft Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor chief circumftance Clatho Clono cloud compofitions Conar Cormac courfe courſe Cuchullin dark darkneſs daughter death defcended defcription diftant diftinguiſhed Erin eyes faid fame father feaft fecret feem feen fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide filent Fillan Fingal Firbolg firft firſt flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit fpread ftate fteps ftill ftone ftory ftrangers ftreams ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts ghoſt hall harp heard heath heroes hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Inis-huna Ireland Iriſh king lefs meaſure mift moffy moft Morven moſt muſt night obferve occafion Ofcar Offian paffage paffed paffion perfon Picts poem poet poetical poetry poffeffed prefent raiſed rife rock rofe rolled ſcene Scotland ſhall Starno ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Swaran Temora thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Thuit tranflation Trenmor voice warrior waves winds
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Page 373 - 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?
Page 397 - 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. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Page 427 - 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 411 - She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east. Loveliness was around her as light. Her steps were like the music of songs.
Page 275 - Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song? We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away...
Page 430 - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
Page 275 - As flies the inconstant sun, over Larmon's grassy hill, so pass the tales of old, along my soul, by night! When bards are removed to their place ; when harps are hung in Selma's hall; then comes a voice to Ossian, and awakes his soul! It is the voice of years that are gone ! they roll before me, with all their deeds! I seize the tales, as they pass, and pour them forth in song.
Page xxviii - Their allufions to the manners and cuftoms of the fifteenth century, are fo many, that it is matter of wonder to me, how any one could dream of their antiquity.
Page 257 - LIKE the murmur of waters, the race ofUthorno came down. Starno led the battle, and Swaran of ftormy ifles. They looked forward from iron fhields, like Cruth-loda fiery-eyed, when he looks from behind the darkened moon, and ftrews his figns on night.
Page 277 - Many have rejoiced at my feast ; but they all have forgot Mal-orchol. I have looked towards all the winds ; but no white...