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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 ...
The sons of the feeble hereafter will lift the voice on Cona ; and, looking up to the
rocks, say, " Here Ossian dwelt." They shall admire the chiefs of old, the race that
are no more ! while we ride on our clouds, Malvina ! on the wings of the roaring ...
But who should lift the shield ? for all had claimed the war. The night came down ;
we strode, in silence ; each to his hill of ghosts : that spirits might descend, in our
dreams, to mark us for the field. We struck the shield of the dead: we raised the ...
Let us contend, my son, like eagles, from one rock ; when they lift their broad
wings, against the stream of winds." We raised our sails in Carmona. From three
ships, they marked my shield on the wave, as I looked on nightly Ton-thena,* red
Amidst the song removed the daughter of kings, like the voice of a summer-
breeze ; when it lifts the heads of flowers, and curls the lakes and streams. The
rustling sound gently spreads o'er the vale, softly-pleasing as it saddens the soul.
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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