The Poems of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 1Chapman and Lang, 1799 |
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... hills . His face is fettled from war . He is calm as the evening beam , that looks from the cloud of the weft , on ... hill , like a steed in his ftrength , who finds his companions in the breeze ; and toffes his bright mane in the ...
... hills . His face is fettled from war . He is calm as the evening beam , that looks from the cloud of the weft , on ... hill , like a steed in his ftrength , who finds his companions in the breeze ; and toffes his bright mane in the ...
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... hill rifes there with moffy ftones and ruftling grafs : these are the tombs of Fingal's foes , the fons of the rolling fea . " " Doft thou fpeak to the feeble in arms , " faid Car- thon , " bard of the woody Morven ? Is my face pale for ...
... hill rifes there with moffy ftones and ruftling grafs : these are the tombs of Fingal's foes , the fons of the rolling fea . " " Doft thou fpeak to the feeble in arms , " faid Car- thon , " bard of the woody Morven ? Is my face pale for ...
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... hill , where our heroes fhone in arms ; the fpear trem- bled in his hand : and , bending forward , he seemed to threaten the king . " Shall I , " faid Fingal to his foul , " meet , at once , the king : Shall I ftop him , in the midft of ...
... hill , where our heroes fhone in arms ; the fpear trem- bled in his hand : and , bending forward , he seemed to threaten the king . " Shall I , " faid Fingal to his foul , " meet , at once , the king : Shall I ftop him , in the midft of ...
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... hill . Her robes are from the strangers land ; and the is still a- lone . Fingal was fad for Carthon ; he defired his bards to mark the day , when shadowy autumn returned . And often did they mark the day , and fing the A POEM . 15.
... hill . Her robes are from the strangers land ; and the is still a- lone . Fingal was fad for Carthon ; he defired his bards to mark the day , when shadowy autumn returned . And often did they mark the day , and fing the A POEM . 15.
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... moon , when it fhines through broken clouds , and the mift is on the hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain , the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey . THE DEATH OF CUCHULLIN : A POEM . THE ARGUMENT A POEM . 17.
... moon , when it fhines through broken clouds , and the mift is on the hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain , the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey . THE DEATH OF CUCHULLIN : A POEM . THE ARGUMENT A POEM . 17.
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amidſt arife arms arofe art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blaft Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carthon Cathmor chief Clono cloud coaft Connal Cormac courfe Crothar Cuchullin Dargo dark darkneſs daughter death defcended defert diftant doft thou Erin eyes faid fame father feaft fecret feen fell fhall fhield fhould fide figh filent Fillan Fingal Firbolg firft flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit fpread fteel fteps ftone ftood ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength ftrife fword Gaul ghofts gray hall harp heard heath heroes hill himſelf hoft Inis-huna Ireland king Lego lift Lutha maid midft mift mighty moffy Moi-lena Morni Morven mournful Nathos night Ofcar Offian paffed poem raiſed reft renowned rife roar rock roes rofe rolled ſaid Selma ſhall ſon ſpear Starno Strutha Sul-malla tears Temora thee thofe tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves weft winds youth
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Page 55 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!
Page 58 - The oar is stopped at once; he panted on the rock and expired. What is thy grief, O Daura, when round thy feet is poured thy brother's blood!
Page 16 - Exult, then, O sun, in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Page 6 - A TALE of the times of old ! The deeds of days of other years ! The murmur of thy streams, O Lora, brings back the memory of the past. The sound of thy woods, Garmallar, is lovely in mine ear. Dost thou not behold, Malvina, a rock with its head of heath ? Three aged pines bend from its face; green is the narrow plain at its feet ; there the flower of the mountain...
Page 92 - I hear the breeze of Cona, that was wont to lift thy heavy locks. It comes to the hall, but thou art not there. Its voice is mournful among the arms of thy fathers ! Go, with thy rustling wing, O breeze ! sigh on Malvina's tomb.
Page 55 - Alpin, thou son of song, why alone on the silent hill ? why complainest thou, as a blast in the wood ? as a wave on the lonely shore ? Alpin.
Page 53 - It is night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds ! Rise, moon!
Page 55 - But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow! Thy face was like the sun after rain; like the moon in the silence of night; calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.
Page 181 - I hear you not, ye sons of song; in what hall of the clouds is your rest? Do you touch the shadowy harp, robed with morning mist, where the rustling sun comes forth from his green-headed waves 1 TEMORA: AN EPIC POEM.
Page 11 - The tear starts from their mother's eye ; her thoughts are of him who sleeps in Morven." Such were the words of the king when Ullin came to the mighty Carthon. He threw down...