The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2T. Becket and P. A. Dehondt at Tully's Head, 1765 |
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... , from ALBION of many waves ! " -The teftimony of this bard is fufficient to con- fute the idle fictions of Keating and O'Flaherty ; VOL . II . b for , for , though he is far from being antient , A DISSERTATION . xxxiii.
... , from ALBION of many waves ! " -The teftimony of this bard is fufficient to con- fute the idle fictions of Keating and O'Flaherty ; VOL . II . b for , for , though he is far from being antient , A DISSERTATION . xxxiii.
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... waves of Ullin roll in light . The green hills are covered with day . Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze . Grey torrents pour their noify ftreams .--- Two green * The firft book of Temora made its appearance in the collection ...
... waves of Ullin roll in light . The green hills are covered with day . Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze . Grey torrents pour their noify ftreams .--- Two green * The firft book of Temora made its appearance in the collection ...
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... wave of ocean before the rifing winds , when it bends its head near a coaft , came on the hoft of Cairbar . - Daugh- ter of Tofcar * ! why that tear ? He is not fal- len yet . Many were the deaths of his arm be- fore my hero fell ...
... wave of ocean before the rifing winds , when it bends its head near a coaft , came on the hoft of Cairbar . - Daugh- ter of Tofcar * ! why that tear ? He is not fal- len yet . Many were the deaths of his arm be- fore my hero fell ...
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... waves towards Selma .--- I remained in my grief , but my words were not heard.The feaft is fpread on Moi - lena ; an hundred heroes reared the tomb of Cairbar : but no fong is raised over the chief : for his foul had been The poet ...
... waves towards Selma .--- I remained in my grief , but my words were not heard.The feaft is fpread on Moi - lena ; an hundred heroes reared the tomb of Cairbar : but no fong is raised over the chief : for his foul had been The poet ...
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... waves bore the king to Morven ; then he remembered his fon , and poured the filent tear . Thrice did the bards , at the cave of Furmóno , call the foul of Colgar . They called him to the hills of his land ; he heard them in his mist ...
... waves bore the king to Morven ; then he remembered his fon , and poured the filent tear . Thrice did the bards , at the cave of Furmóno , call the foul of Colgar . They called him to the hills of his land ; he heard them in his mist ...
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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...