The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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... sword of Garmallon ; he took it from a foe ! " He went and brought the sword with all its studded thongs . He gave it to his father . The grey - haired hero felt the point with his hand . 66 My son lead me to Garmallon's tomb it rises ...
... sword of Garmallon ; he took it from a foe ! " He went and brought the sword with all its studded thongs . He gave it to his father . The grey - haired hero felt the point with his hand . 66 My son lead me to Garmallon's tomb it rises ...
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... sword ! " Come , " said the hero , " O ye ghosts of my fa- thers ! ye that fought against the kings of the world ! Tell me the deeds of future times ; and your converse in your caves ; when you talk together , and behold your sons in ...
... sword ! " Come , " said the hero , " O ye ghosts of my fa- thers ! ye that fought against the kings of the world ! Tell me the deeds of future times ; and your converse in your caves ; when you talk together , and behold your sons in ...
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... sword of Oscar ! The noise reached his people at Crona ; they came like a hundred streams . The warriors of Caros fled ; Oscar remained like a rock left by the ebbing sea . Now dark and deep , with all his steeds , Caros rolled his ...
... sword of Oscar ! The noise reached his people at Crona ; they came like a hundred streams . The warriors of Caros fled ; Oscar remained like a rock left by the ebbing sea . Now dark and deep , with all his steeds , Caros rolled his ...
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... ; 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 shields . " In the echoing bay of Carmona * we saw , 12 CATHLIN OF CLUTHA :
... ; 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 shields . " In the echoing bay of Carmona * we saw , 12 CATHLIN OF CLUTHA :
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... sword , dipped the end of an half - burnt piece of wood in the blood , and gave it to one of his servants , to be carried to the next hamlet . From hamlet to hamlet this tessera was carried with the utmost expedition , and , in the ...
... sword , dipped the end of an half - burnt piece of wood in the blood , and gave it to one of his servants , to be carried to the next hamlet . From hamlet to hamlet this tessera was carried with the utmost expedition , and , in the ...
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arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Cathmor cave chace chief Clono cloud Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula dark dark-brown darkened daugh daughter death distant dost thou echoing Erin Erin's eyes fame father feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal Firbolg fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heroes hill Inis-huna Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena Mora Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rush Ryno Selma Semo shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear steel steps storm stream Strutha Sul-malla Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine Thou art thro tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warrior waves wind youth
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Page 39 - STAR of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
Page 98 - O Oscar ! bend the strong in arm ; but spare the feeble hand. Be thou a stream of many tides against the foes of thy people ; but like the gale that moves the grass to those who ask thine aid. — So Tremor lived; such Trathal was ; and such has Fingal been. My arm was the support of the injured ; and the weak rested behind the lightning of my steel.
Page 202 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
Page 49 - Roll on, ye dark-brown years ; ye bring no joy on your course! Let the tomb open to Ossian, for his strength has failed. The sons of song are gone to rest. My voice remains, like a blast that roars lonely on a sea-surrounded rock, after the winds are laid.
Page 31 - He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red lightning flies around : trees shake their heads to the wind ! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun ; and the pleasant dreams of his rest...
Page 190 - The remembrance of battles past, and the return of peace is compared to the sun returning after a storm : " Hear the battle of Lora! the sound of its steel is long since past: so thunder on the darkened hill roars, and is no more ; the sun returns with his silent beams; the glittering rocks, and green heads of the mountains, smile.
Page 46 - ... please the soul. It is like soft mist that, rising from a lake, pours on the silent vale ; the green flowers are filled with dew, but the sun returns in his strength, and the mist is gone Why art thou sad, O Armin, chief of sea-surrounded Gorma?
Page 48 - Before morning appeared, her voice was weak; it died away like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief, she expired, and left thee, Armin, alone.
Page 341 - Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul.