The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1J. Moore, 1790 - Scottish Gaelic poetry |
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... youth , far diftant from my cave . The fon of Starno moves in my fight . He dwells lonely in my foul . " " Maid of Lulan , " faid Fingal , " white - handed daughter of grief ! a cloud , marked with ftreaks of A quarrel arofe , the kings ...
... youth , far diftant from my cave . The fon of Starno moves in my fight . He dwells lonely in my foul . " " Maid of Lulan , " faid Fingal , " white - handed daughter of grief ! a cloud , marked with ftreaks of A quarrel arofe , the kings ...
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... youth of heavy locks came to Rurmar's echoing hall . They came to woo the maid , the ftately huntress of Tormoth wild . But thou look- eft carelefs from thy fteps , high - bofomed Strina- dona ! If on the heath fhe moved , her breast ...
... youth of heavy locks came to Rurmar's echoing hall . They came to woo the maid , the ftately huntress of Tormoth wild . But thou look- eft carelefs from thy fteps , high - bofomed Strina- dona ! If on the heath fhe moved , her breast ...
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... youth , who wanted to be em- ployed in his wars . She was foon discovered by Hidal- lan the fon of Lamor , one of Fingal's heroes , whose love fhe had flighted fome time before . Her romantic paffion and beauty recommended her fo much ...
... youth , who wanted to be em- ployed in his wars . She was foon discovered by Hidal- lan the fon of Lamor , one of Fingal's heroes , whose love fhe had flighted fome time before . Her romantic paffion and beauty recommended her fo much ...
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... youth of thy love is low ; his ghoft is on our hills . MELILCOMA . There Comala fits forlorn ! two grey dogs near shake their rough ears , and catch the flying breeze . Her red cheek refts upon her arm , the mountain wind is in her hair ...
... youth of thy love is low ; his ghoft is on our hills . MELILCOMA . There Comala fits forlorn ! two grey dogs near shake their rough ears , and catch the flying breeze . Her red cheek refts upon her arm , the mountain wind is in her hair ...
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... youth ! Why haft thou told me , Hidallan , that my hero fell ? I might have hoped a little while his return , I might have thought I faw him on a diftant rock ; a tree might have deceived me with his appear- ance ; the wind of the hill ...
... youth ! Why haft thou told me , Hidallan , that my hero fell ? I might have hoped a little while his return , I might have thought I faw him on a diftant rock ; a tree might have deceived me with his appear- ance ; the wind of the hill ...
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againſt arife arms arofe art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold blaft blaſt breaft Cairbar Calmar Carril Carthon cave chace chief clouds Comala Connal courſe Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula Dargo dark darkneſs daugh daughter death defart defcended diftant doft thou echoing Erin eyes faid fame fathers feaft feaſt fecret feeble feen fell fhall fhells fhield fhip fide figh fight filent Fingal firſt flain fome fong foul fpear fpread fteel fteps ftone ftood ftorm ftranger ftream ftrength fword Gaul ghofts ghoſt grey grief hall harp heard heath heroes hill himſelf king of Morven Lathmon Lego Lochlin Loda maid midſt mift mighty moffy Morni mournful Nathos night Ofcar Offian paffed poem raiſed reft renown rife roaring rock rofe rolled ruſhed Scandinavia Selma Semo ſhall ſon Starno ſteel ſteps Swaran tears thee thouſand tomb Trenmor Ullin voice waves wind youth
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Page 75 - O sun, in the strength of thy youth! Age is dark and unlovely; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills: the blast of the north is on the plain; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Page 61 - ... grows, and shakes its white head in the breeze. The thistle is there alone, shedding its aged heard.
Page 164 - But he fell, and his father mourned; his sister's eyes were full of tears. Minona's eyes were full of tears, the sister of car-borne Morar. She retired from the song of Ullin, like the moon in the west, when she foresees the shower, and hides her fair head in a cloud. I touched the harp with Ullin; the song of mourning rose!
Page 164 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!
Page 128 - The half-enlightened moon finks dim and red behind her hill. Feeble voices are heard on the heath. Ofcar drew his fword...
Page 163 - Colma who calls. Here is the tree, and the rock. Salgar, my love! I am here. Why delayest thou thy coming?
Page 65 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Page 61 - Two stones, half sunk in the ground, shew their heads of moss. The deer of the mountain avoids the place, for he beholds a dim ghost standing there.
Page 184 - Darts rush along the sky, spears fall like the circles of light which gild the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean when roll the waves on high, as the last peal of thunder in heaven, such is the din of war.
Page 229 - I rejoiced in my secret soul, when his sword flamed over the slain. They fled amain through Lena's heath. We pursued and slew. As stones that bound from rock to rock ; as axes in echoing woods; as thunder rolls from hill to hill, in dismal broken peals; so blow succeeded to blow, and death to death, from the hand of Oscar and mine.