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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 ...
thou that sittest on the rolling of waves ! Fingal is distant far ; he hears the songs
of bards in Morven : the wind of his hall is in his hair. His terrible spear is at his
side ; his shield that is like the darkened moon ! Come to the battle of Oscar ; the
His attention to her, after the death of his son, shews that delicacy of sentiment is
not confined, as some fondly imagine, to our own polished times. ing waves ; so
careless shall my course be, through 14 CATHLLN OF CLUTHA :
ing waves ; so careless shall my course be, through ocean, to the dwelling of foes
. I have seen the dead, my father ! My beating soul is high ! My fame is bright
before me, like the streak of light on a cloud, when the broad sun comes forth, red
As the nightly rider of waves looks up to Tonthena of beams : so let us turn our
eyes to Tren- mor, the father of kings." " Wide, in Caracha's echoing field, Carmal
had poured his tribes. They were a dark ridge of waves. The grey-haired bards ...
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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