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High, from their misty hills, look forth the blue eyes of Erin ; for he is far away,
young dweller of their souls ! Nor, harmless, white hands of Erin ! is Cathmor in
the skirts of war ; he rolls ten thousand before him, in his distant field." " Not
unseen by ...
It is Fingal, king f of deserts, with aid to green Erin of streams." " I beheld their
chief," says Moran, " tall as a glittering rock. His spear is a blasted pine. His shield
the rising moon ! He sat on the shore ! like a cloud of mist on the silent hul ! Many
Or shall we fight, ye sons of war ! or yield green Erin J * Cu-thon, the mournful
souml of waves. f Crom-leach signified a place of worship among the Druids, it is
here the proper name of a hill on the coast of Ullin or Ulster. J Ireland, so called ...
But tho' my hand is bent on fight, my heart is for the peace of Erin. f Behold, thou
first in Cormac's war, the sable fleet of Swaran. His masts are many on our coast,
like reeds in the lake of Lego. His ships are forests cloathed with mist, when the ...
Cathba, son of Torman ! thou wert a sun-beam in Erin. And thou, O valiant
Duchomar ! a mist of the marshy Lano ; when it moves on the plains of autumn,
bearing the death of thousands along. Morna ! fairest of maids ! calm is thy sleep
in the ...
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The authenticity of Macpherson’s collection was already controversially judged, when it came, translated in several European languages, to the continent. The author was said having written the poems ... Read full review