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In this fituation , it is probable , they continued long , without any material revolution in the ftate of the island , until Crothar , Lord of Atha , a country in Connaught , the most potent chief of the Firbolg , carried away Conlama ...
In this fituation , it is probable , they continued long , without any material revolution in the ftate of the island , until Crothar , Lord of Atha , a country in Connaught , the most potent chief of the Firbolg , carried away Conlama ...
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In fucceeding reigns , we learn from episodes in the fame poem , that the chiefs of Atha made feveral efforts to become monarchs of Ireland , and to expel the race of Conar . To Conar fucceeded his fon Cormac , who ap- Book III . pears ...
In fucceeding reigns , we learn from episodes in the fame poem , that the chiefs of Atha made feveral efforts to become monarchs of Ireland , and to expel the race of Conar . To Conar fucceeded his fon Cormac , who ap- Book III . pears ...
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CAIRBAR , the fon of Borbar - duthul , lord of Atha in Connaught , the most potent chief of the race of the Firbolg , having murdered , at Temora the royal palace , Cormac the fon of Artho , the young king of Ireland , ufurped the ...
CAIRBAR , the fon of Borbar - duthul , lord of Atha in Connaught , the most potent chief of the race of the Firbolg , having murdered , at Temora the royal palace , Cormac the fon of Artho , the young king of Ireland , ufurped the ...
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The poem opens in the midft of things ; what is neceffary of preceding tranfactions to be known , is introduced by epifodes afterwards ; not formally brought in , but feemingly A on its banks food Cairbar of Atha .
The poem opens in the midft of things ; what is neceffary of preceding tranfactions to be known , is introduced by epifodes afterwards ; not formally brought in , but feemingly A on its banks food Cairbar of Atha .
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on its banks food Cairbar of Atha . - His Spear fupports the king : the red eyes of his fear are fad . Cormac rifes in his foul , with all his ghaftly wounds . The grey form of the youth appears in darkness ; blood pours from his airy ...
on its banks food Cairbar of Atha . - His Spear fupports the king : the red eyes of his fear are fad . Cormac rifes in his foul , with all his ghaftly wounds . The grey form of the youth appears in darkness ; blood pours from his airy ...
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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...
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| Title | The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2 The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, James Macpherson |
| Translated by | James Macpherson |
| Edition | 3 |
| Publisher | T. Becket and P. A. Dehondt at Tully's Head, 1765 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 10 Jul 2007 |
| Length | 460 pages |
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