Results 1-5 of 100
says Oscar, " take the spear of Fingal. Fix a flame on its point. Shake it to the
winds of heaven. Bid him, in songs, to advance, and leave the rolling of his wave.
Tell to Caros that I long for battle ; that my bow is weary of the chace of Cona.
Fingal is distant far ; he hears the songs of bards in Morven : the wind of his hall
is in his hair. His terrible spear is at his side ; his shield that is like the darkened
moon ! Come to the battle of Oscar ; the hero is alone ! He came not over the ...
Fingal declining to make a choice among his heroes, who were all claiming the
command of the expedition; they retired each to his hill of ghosts; to be
determined by dreams. The spirit of Trenmor appears to Ossian and Oscar : they
sail, from ...
Fingal has been heard of at Cluba, blue- eyed daughter of kings. Nor only, at
Cona's stream, is Ossian and Oscar known. Foes trembled at our voice, and
shrunk in other lands." " Not unmarked," said the maid, " by Sul-malla, is the
shield of ...
Tell, Oscar, to Inis- thona's king, that Fingal remembers his youth ; when we
strove in the combat together, in the days of Agandecca." They lifted up the
sounding sail ; the wind whistled through the thongs* of their masts. Waves lash
the oozy ...
What people are saying - Write a review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - hbergander - LibraryThing
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