The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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... Cuthullin Battle of Lora Temora , Book I. Book II . Book III . Book IV . Book V. Book VI . Book VII . Book VIII . Conlath and Cuthona Berrathon 39 51 73 87 103 117 129 • 143 157 177 • 189 201 225 243 261 • 277 • 291 · 307 321 341 • 349 ...
... Cuthullin Battle of Lora Temora , Book I. Book II . Book III . Book IV . Book V. Book VI . Book VII . Book VIII . Conlath and Cuthona Berrathon 39 51 73 87 103 117 129 • 143 157 177 • 189 201 225 243 261 • 277 • 291 · 307 321 341 • 349 ...
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... Cuthullin ( general of the Irish tribes , in the minority of Cor- mac , king of Ireland ) sitting alone beneath a tree , at the gate of Tura , a castle of Ulster , ( the other chiefs having gone on a hunting party to Cromla , a ...
... Cuthullin ( general of the Irish tribes , in the minority of Cor- mac , king of Ireland ) sitting alone beneath a tree , at the gate of Tura , a castle of Ulster , ( the other chiefs having gone on a hunting party to Cromla , a ...
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... Cuthullin the story of Grudar and Brassolis . A party , by Connal's advice , is sent to observe the enemy ; which closes the action of the first day . CUTHULLIN Book First . sat by Tura's wall : by the tree of the rustling sound . His ...
... Cuthullin the story of Grudar and Brassolis . A party , by Connal's advice , is sent to observe the enemy ; which closes the action of the first day . CUTHULLIN Book First . sat by Tura's wall : by the tree of the rustling sound . His ...
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... Cuthullin , arise . I see the ships of the north ! Many , chief of men , are the foe . Many the heroes of the sea - borne Swaran ! " " Moran ! " replied the blue - eyed chief , " thou ever tremblest , son of Fithil ! Thy fears have ...
... Cuthullin , arise . I see the ships of the north ! Many , chief of men , are the foe . Many the heroes of the sea - borne Swaran ! " " Moran ! " replied the blue - eyed chief , " thou ever tremblest , son of Fithil ! Thy fears have ...
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... Cuthullin yield to him , that is strong as the storms of his land ! ” " No ! " replied the blue - eyed chief , “ I never yield to mortal man ! Dark Cuthullin shall be great or dead ! Go , son of Fithil , take my spear . Strike the ...
... Cuthullin yield to him , that is strong as the storms of his land ! ” " No ! " replied the blue - eyed chief , “ I never yield to mortal man ! Dark Cuthullin shall be great or dead ! Go , son of Fithil , take my spear . Strike the ...
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arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Cathmor cave chace chief Clono cloud Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula dark dark-brown darkened daugh daughter death distant dost thou echoing Erin Erin's eyes fame father feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal Firbolg fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heroes hill Inis-huna Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena Mora Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rush Ryno Selma Semo shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear steel steps storm stream Strutha Sul-malla Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine Thou art thro tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warrior waves wind youth
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Page 39 - STAR of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
Page 98 - 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 202 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
Page 49 - Roll on, ye dark-brown years ; ye bring no joy on your course! Let the tomb open to Ossian, for his strength has failed. The sons of song are gone to rest. My voice remains, like a blast that roars lonely on a sea-surrounded rock, after the winds are laid.
Page 31 - He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red lightning flies around : trees shake their heads to the wind ! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun ; and the pleasant dreams of his rest...
Page 190 - The remembrance of battles past, and the return of peace is compared to the sun returning after a storm : " Hear the battle of Lora! the sound of its steel is long since past: so thunder on the darkened hill roars, and is no more ; the sun returns with his silent beams; the glittering rocks, and green heads of the mountains, smile.
Page 46 - ... please the soul. It is like soft mist that, rising from a lake, pours on the silent vale ; the green flowers are filled with dew, but the sun returns in his strength, and the mist is gone Why art thou sad, O Armin, chief of sea-surrounded Gorma?
Page 48 - Before morning appeared, her voice was weak; it died away like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief, she expired, and left thee, Armin, alone.
Page 341 - Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul.