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arms art thou bards battle beam behold besore blast blood breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril cave chace chies chiess clouds Colla Colma Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Crugal Cuthullin Dar-thula dark dark-brown daugh daughter death deeds distant dost thou echoing Erin Erin's Erragon eyes faid fide figh fight filent Fillan Fingal fword Gaul ghosts grey gries hair hall hand harp hast hear heard heath heaven heroes hill king os Morven Lathmon Lego Lena light Lochlin maid mighty mist Morna Morni mourn mournsul Nathos night Oscar Ossian osten POEM renown replied rifing roar rock rolling rush Ryno sace sails sall sallen sathers seast seeble sell Selma Semo shells shield song sons sorm sorth sost soul sound spear sriends srom steel storm stream strength strise Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine thousand tomb Torman Trenmor Tura Ullin Usnoth voice warriors waves wind youth
Page 19 - Thou hast no mother to mourn thee, no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.
Page 24 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Page 14 - Cease a little while, O wind! stream, be thou silent a while! let my voice be heard around. Let my wanderer hear me! Salgar! it is Colma who calls. Here is the tree, and the rock. Salgar, my love!
Page 78 - Deugala was the spouse of Cairbar, chief of the plains of Ullin. She was covered with the light of beauty, but her heart was the house of pride.
Page 14 - And it does arise in its strength! I behold my departed friends. Their gathering is on Lora, as in the days of other years.
Page 174 - Raise high the mossy stones of their fame : that the children of the north hereafter may behold the place where their fathers fought. The hunter may say, when he leans on a mossy tomb, here Fingal and Swaran fought, the heroes of other years. Thus hereafter shall he say, and our fame shall last for ever !" " Swaran," said the king of hills,
Page 103 - As a hundred winds on Morven : as the streams of a hundred hills ; as clouds fly successive over heaven; as the dark ocean assails the shore of the desert : so roaring, so vast, so terrible, the armies mixed on Lena's echoing heath.
Page 25 - Ossian sing? Soon shall he lie in the narrow house, and no bard shall raise his fame! Roll on, ye dark-brown years; ye bring no joy on your course! Let the tomb open to Ossian, for his strength has failed.
Page 43 - to the souls of the heroes ! their deeds were great in fight. Let them ride around f me on clouds. Let them shew their features of war. My soul shall then be firm in danger ; mine arm like the thunder of heaven ! But be thou on a moon-beam, O Morna ! near the window of my rest ; when my thoughts are of peace ; when the din of arms is past.
Page 94 - She fell, like a wreath of snow, which slides from the rocks of Ronan ; when the woods are still, and echo deepens in the vale ! Then Fingal eyed his valiant chiefs, his valiant chiefs took arms. The gloom of battle roared; Lochlin fled or died. Pale, in his bounding ship he closed the maid of the softest soul. Her tomb ascends on Ardven : the sea roars round her narrow dwelling.