The Poems of Ossian, Volume 11822 - Scottish Gaelic poetry |
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arms art thou Balclutha bard battle beam beautiful behold Belfast blast blood breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon cave chief clouds Comala Cona Connal Connor Cormac Crimora Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula Dargo dark daughter death distant dost thou echoing Erin eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell fight Fingal fled friends Gaul ghost grey grief hair hall hand harp heard heath of Lena heroes hill Ireland Irish isle king of Morven king of swords Lamderg Lathmon Lego Legon lift Lochlin Lubar maid mighty mist Morni mossy mournful Nathos night O'Neill Oscar Ossian poem poet race renowned rise roaring rock rolled rose rushed Scotland Selma Semo Shane's Castle shells shield side sigh silent Six Mile Water song sons soul sound spear Starno steel stone storm stream Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine tomb trembling Trenmor Ullin Ulster vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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Page 246 - 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 246 - ... thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west.
Page 246 - 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? 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, but thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in...
Page 231 - 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 grows, and shakes its white head in the breeze. The thistle is there alone, shedding its aged beard. Two stones, half sunk in the ground, show their heads of moss. The deer of the mountain avoids the...
Page 53 - O Oscar ! bend the strong in arm; but spare the feeble hand. Be thou a stream of many tides against the foes of thy people; but like the gale that moves the grass to those who ask thine aid.—So Tremor lived; such Trathal was; and such has Fingal been. My arm was the support of the injured; and the weak rested behind the lightning of my steel.
Page 111 - His renown will be a sun to my soul, in the dark hour of my departure. O that the name of Morni were forgot among the people! that the heroes would only say, " Behold the
Page 232 - 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.
Page 22 - Retire to the halls of my feasts, and think of the times that are past : for I will not return till the storm of war is ceased.
Page 236 - O bards! over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us: for, one day, we must fall. 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 halfworn shield. And let the blast of the desert come! we shall be renowned in our day!
Page 137 - Yes, they have fallen, fair light! and thou dost often retire to mourn. But thou thyself shalt fail one night, and leave thy blue path in heaven. The stars will then lift their heads: they, who were ashamed in thy presence, will rejoice.