The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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... young Hidallan . Will not ye , ye mists ! as ye rise , hide him from my sight ? My son ! go to Lamor's hall : there the arms of our fathers hang . Bring the sword of Garmallon ; he took it from a foe ! " He went and brought the sword ...
... young Hidallan . Will not ye , ye mists ! as ye rise , hide him from my sight ? My son ! go to Lamor's hall : there the arms of our fathers hang . Bring the sword of Garmallon ; he took it from a foe ! " He went and brought the sword ...
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... young son of Fergus , which I have re- jected , as having no manner of connection with the rest of the piece . It has poetical merit ; and , probably , it was the open- ing of one of Ossian's other poems , though the bards injudi ...
... young son of Fergus , which I have re- jected , as having no manner of connection with the rest of the piece . It has poetical merit ; and , probably , it was the open- ing of one of Ossian's other poems , though the bards injudi ...
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... young warrior , had fallen in love with Duth - carmor at a feast , to which he had been invited by her father . Her love was converted into de- testation for him , after he had murdered her father . those rain - bows of heaven are ...
... young warrior , had fallen in love with Duth - carmor at a feast , to which he had been invited by her father . Her love was converted into de- testation for him , after he had murdered her father . those rain - bows of heaven are ...
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... young roes are pant- ing , by their secret rocks . Return , thou daughter of kings ! the cloudy night is near ! It was the young branch of green Inis - huna , Sul - malla of blue eyes . She sent the bard from her rock , to bid us to her ...
... young roes are pant- ing , by their secret rocks . Return , thou daughter of kings ! the cloudy night is near ! It was the young branch of green Inis - huna , Sul - malla of blue eyes . She sent the bard from her rock , to bid us to her ...
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... young dweller of their souls ! Nor , harmless , white hands of Erin is Cathmor in the skirts of war ; he rolls ten thousand before him , in his distant field . " " Not unseen by Ossian , " I said , " rushed Cath- mor from his streams ...
... young dweller of their souls ! Nor , harmless , white hands of Erin is Cathmor in the skirts of war ; he rolls ten thousand before him , in his distant field . " " Not unseen by Ossian , " I said , " rushed Cath- mor from his streams ...
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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.