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Oscar slowly ascends the hill. The meteors of night set on the heath before him. A
distant torrent faintly roars. Unfrequent blasts rush through aged oaks. The half-
enlightened moon sinks dim and red behind her hill. Feeble voices are heard on
Little hills lift their head at a distance ; and stretch their old trees to the wind. The
warriors of Caros sat there, for they had passed the stream by night. They
appeared, like the trunks of aged pines, to the pale light of the morning. Oscar
stood at ...
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 ...
from all their echoing hills. Red, over my hundred streams are the light-covered
paths of the dead. They rejoice on the eddying winds, in the season of night.
Dwells there no joy in song, white hand of the harps of Lutho ? Awake the voice
of the ...
Oscar of Lego," I said, " be thine the secret hill,* to-night. Strike the shield, like
Morven's kings. With day, thou shalt lead in war. From my rock, I shall see thee,
Oscar, a dreadful form ascending in fight, like the appearance of ghosts, amidst
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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