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ancient antiquity appear Aristotle arms art thou Balclutha bards battle beam beauty behold blast blue streams boar Britain Britons Caledonians came Caracalla Carausiu Carthon Cathmor Celtic nations Celts cerning chief Clessammor cloud Clutha Colmar Comala come Cona Connal Crimora Croma Crothar Culdee Cuthullin Dargo dark daugh daughter death Dioclesian Druids Dunthalmo Duth-carmor echoing isle epic poem epic poetry eyes fair head fame father feast fell Fillan Fingal Fingalians Firbolg Frothal Galic Gaul genins ghosts hall harp heard heath heroes Hibernian Hidallan Highlands hill Homer huntress Iliad Ireland Irish Irish nation James Macpherson Joy rose king king of swords land unknown Lego Lochlin Loda Macpherson maid Malvina manners meteor mighty Milesian mist moon Morni Morven mossy mournful nations night Numina Odin Oithona Orkney Oscar Ossian Patroclus Picts poems Poems of Ossian poet poetical poetry race racters renowned river Clyde roar rock rolled rose rushed Scandinavia Scotland Scots shaggy shield sigh similes song Sora soul spear Starno strangers stream sublime Swaran sword Tacitus tears Temora thou tion tradition Trenmor Ullin Virgil voice warriors waves winds youth
Page 132 - 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 261 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ' whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty : the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone : who can be a companion of thy course...
Page 261 - The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years; the ocean shrinks and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven; bat thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
Page 233 - He lifted high his shadowy spear ! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword. the blade of dark-brown Luno. The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
Page 173 - And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched unto the children of Israel, saying, 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 232 - Thou frownest in vain : I never fled from the mighty in war. And shall the sons of the wind frighten the king of Morven ? No ! he knows the weakness of their arms ! Fly to thy land...
Page 165 - Helmets are cleft on high ; blood bursts, and smokes around. As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle.
Page 250 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years and the blast of the desert comes ; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Page 249 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire bad 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.
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