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He beholds thee terrible, as the ghost of night, that rolls the wave to his ships V "
Go, thou first of my bards ! " 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 ...
The squally winds are around thee, * The traditions, which accompany this poem,
inform us, that it went, of old, under the name of Laoi-Oi-lutha ; i.e. the hymn of the
maid of Lutha. They pretend also to fix the time of its composition, to the third ...
I hear thee, from thy darkness, in Selma, thou that watchest, lonely, by night ! Why
didst thou with-hold the song, from Ossian's failing soul ? As the falling brook to
the ear of the hunter, descending from his storm-covered hill ; in a sun-beam ...
In the rushy desert were my steps. He fled in the season of night. Give thine aid to
Cathlin to revenge his father. I sought thee not as a beam, in a land of clouds.
Thou, like the sun, art known, king of echoing Selma ! Selma's king looked
From my rock, I shall see thee, Oscar, a dreadful form ascending in fight, like the
appearance of ghosts, amidst the storms they raise. Why should mine eyes return
to the dim times of old, ere yet the song had bursted forth, like the sudden rising ...
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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