The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2T. Becket and P. A. Dehondt at Tully's Head, 1765 |
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... marked , as are thofe of the family of Conar , the first king of Ireland , we can form no judgment of the time of the fettlement of the Firbolg . It is , however , probable , it was fome time before the Gaël , or Caledonians , fettled ...
... marked , as are thofe of the family of Conar , the first king of Ireland , we can form no judgment of the time of the fettlement of the Firbolg . It is , however , probable , it was fome time before the Gaël , or Caledonians , fettled ...
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... marked with the ftrokes of battle ; and his red eye defpifes danger . Thefe and a thousand other chiefs furrounded car - borne Cairbar , when the * Mór - lath , great in the day of battle . Hidalla ' , mildly loaking hero . Cor - mar ...
... marked with the ftrokes of battle ; and his red eye defpifes danger . Thefe and a thousand other chiefs furrounded car - borne Cairbar , when the * Mór - lath , great in the day of battle . Hidalla ' , mildly loaking hero . Cor - mar ...
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... marked in fubfequent parts of the poem . They appear always in oppofition . The feud between their families , which were the fource of their hatred to one an other , are mentioned in other poems . That is , who has heard my vaunting ...
... marked in fubfequent parts of the poem . They appear always in oppofition . The feud between their families , which were the fource of their hatred to one an other , are mentioned in other poems . That is , who has heard my vaunting ...
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... marked the place , ` where he was to fall ; when Trathal came , in his ftrength , the chief of cloudy Morven .--- Nor did he come The chiefs of the Fir - bolg who poffeffed themfelves of the fouth of Ireland , prior , perhaps , to the ...
... marked the place , ` where he was to fall ; when Trathal came , in his ftrength , the chief of cloudy Morven .--- Nor did he come The chiefs of the Fir - bolg who poffeffed themfelves of the fouth of Ireland , prior , perhaps , to the ...
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... marked my fword , fword , bright - ftreaming on the field . I go forth with the crowd : I return , without my fame . But the foe approaches , fame . — But Offian . I hear their murmur on the heath . The found of their fteps is like ...
... marked my fword , fword , bright - ftreaming on the field . I go forth with the crowd : I return , without my fame . But the foe approaches , fame . — But Offian . I hear their murmur on the heath . The found of their fteps is like ...
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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...