The Poems of OssianW. Bulmer and Company, 1807 |
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... spear leaned against a rock . His His shield lay on grass , by his side . Amid his thoughts of mighty Cairbar , 5 A hero slain by the chief in war ; The scout of ocean comes , Moran , the son of Fithil ! " Arise , " says the youth ...
... spear leaned against a rock . His His shield lay on grass , by his side . Amid his thoughts of mighty Cairbar , 5 A hero slain by the chief in war ; The scout of ocean comes , Moran , the son of Fithil ! " Arise , " says the youth ...
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... spear leaned against the rock of caves ; His great shield by his side on the grass . The thoughts of the chief dwelt on Cairbar , * A hero he had slain in war , When the scout of the ocean came , The swift , high - bounding son of ...
... spear leaned against the rock of caves ; His great shield by his side on the grass . The thoughts of the chief dwelt on Cairbar , * A hero he had slain in war , When the scout of the ocean came , The swift , high - bounding son of ...
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... spear is a blasted pine . " His shield the rising moon ! " He sat on the shore ! " Like a cloud of mist on the silent hill ! " " Many , chief of heroes ! I said , " Many are our hands of war . " Well art thou named the Mighty Man ...
... spear is a blasted pine . " His shield the rising moon ! " He sat on the shore ! " Like a cloud of mist on the silent hill ! " " Many , chief of heroes ! I said , " Many are our hands of war . " Well art thou named the Mighty Man ...
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... spear like a fir on the mountain cliff , 20 " Like the rising moon his shield . " He sat upon a rock on the shore , " Like the mist on yonder hill . " " Leader of strangers , numerous " Are the impetuous hosts * which rise with thee ...
... spear like a fir on the mountain cliff , 20 " Like the rising moon his shield . " He sat upon a rock on the shore , " Like the mist on yonder hill . " " Leader of strangers , numerous " Are the impetuous hosts * which rise with thee ...
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... spear ! 60 Crugal's breast of snow beats high . The son of Favi leaves the dark - brown hind . It is the shield of war , said Ronnar ! The spear of Cuthullin , said Lugar ! Son of the sea , put on thy arms ! Calmar , lift thy sounding ...
... spear ! 60 Crugal's breast of snow beats high . The son of Favi leaves the dark - brown hind . It is the shield of war , said Ronnar ! The spear of Cuthullin , said Lugar ! Son of the sea , put on thy arms ! Calmar , lift thy sounding ...
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