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... midst of a thousand foes ? Many a spear is there ! many a darkly-rolling eye !
Shall I fly to Ardven ? But did my fathers ever fly ? The mark of their arm is in a
thousand battles. Oscar too shall be renowned ! Come, ye dim ghosts of my
Happy are they who fell in their youth, in the midst of their renown ! They have not
beheld the tombs of their friend : or failed to bend the bow of their strength. Happy
art thou, O Oscar, in the midst of thy rushing blast. Thou often goest to the ...
Be not, like the moon on a stream, lonely in the midst of clouds : darkness closes
around it; and the beam departs. Depart not, son of Fergus! ere thou markest the
field with thy sword. Ascend to the rock of Selma ; to the oak of the breaker of ...
Sun-beams marked, at times, its brown side. White, leapt the foamy streams, from
all its echoing rocks. A green field, in the bosom of hills, winds silent with its own
blue stream. Here midst the waving of oaks, were the dwellings of kings of old.
On his hill, he had dwelt, in Lochlin, in the midst of a leafless grove. Five stones
lifted, near, their heads. Loud roared his rushing stream. He often raised his voice
to the winds, when meteors marked their nightly wings ; when the dark-robed ...
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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