The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 3J.F. Valade, 1779 - Scottish Gaelic poetry |
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... fubfifted between them . These animofities , after fome ages , ended in the fubverfion of the Pictish kingdom , but not in the total extirpation of the nation , ac- cording to most of the Scots writers , who feemed zij A DISSERTATION ,
... fubfifted between them . These animofities , after fome ages , ended in the fubverfion of the Pictish kingdom , but not in the total extirpation of the nation , ac- cording to most of the Scots writers , who feemed zij A DISSERTATION ,
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cording to most of the Scots writers , who feemed to think it more for the honour of their countrymen to annihilate , than re- duce a rival people under their obedience . It is certain , however , that the very name of the Picts was ...
cording to most of the Scots writers , who feemed to think it more for the honour of their countrymen to annihilate , than re- duce a rival people under their obedience . It is certain , however , that the very name of the Picts was ...
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ed veracity to confirm it . The abettors of the most romantic fyftems of Irish anti- quities allow it ; but they place the colony from Britain in an improbable and remote æra . I shall eafily admit , that the colony of the Firbolg ...
ed veracity to confirm it . The abettors of the most romantic fyftems of Irish anti- quities allow it ; but they place the colony from Britain in an improbable and remote æra . I shall eafily admit , that the colony of the Firbolg ...
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... most probable . Probability is all that can be established on the authority of tradition , ever dubious and uncertain . But when it favours the hypothefis laid down by cotemporary writers of un- doubted veracity , and , as it were ...
... most probable . Probability is all that can be established on the authority of tradition , ever dubious and uncertain . But when it favours the hypothefis laid down by cotemporary writers of un- doubted veracity , and , as it were ...
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... most difinterested and noble . Men , in the laft , have leifure to cultivate the mind , and to restore it , with reflection , to a pri- mæval dignity of fentiment . The middle state is the region of compleat barbarifi and ignorance ...
... most difinterested and noble . Men , in the laft , have leifure to cultivate the mind , and to restore it , with reflection , to a pri- mæval dignity of fentiment . The middle state is the region of compleat barbarifi and ignorance ...
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againſt antient army arofe Atha bards battle beam behold bending blaft Caël Cairbar Caledonians Carril Cathmor chief Clatho Clono cloud compofitions Conar Cormac courfe courſe Crothar Cuchullin dark darkneſs daugh death defart defcended epifode Erin eyes faid fame father feaft fecret feem feen fent Ferad-artho fide field filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft firſt flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit fteps ftill ftone ftood ftrangers ftreams ftrength ftrife fword Gaul ghofts gleaming grey harp hear heard heath hero hiftory hill hoft Inis-huna Irish king of Ireland laft Larthon lift Lubar Malthos midſt mift miſt moffy Moi-lena Moma Mora Morni Morven night Ofcar Offian paffage perfon Picts poem poet poffeffed race raiſed reft renowned rife rock roes rofe rolled Scotland Scots shield ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thro tomb tranflation Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves winds
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Page 25 - We must fight in Erin, for the race of fallen Cormac. The days of my years begin to fail. I feel the weakness of my arm.
Page 214 - But mine arm rescued the feeble; the haughty found my rage was fire. Never over the fallen did mine eye rejoice. For this my fathers shall meet me, at the gates of their airy halls, tall, with robes of light, with mildly-kindled eyes. But, to the proud in arms, they are darkened moons in heaven, which send the fire of night, red-wandering over their face.
Page 189 - I hear you not, ye sons of song; in what hall of the clouds is your rest? Do you touch the shadowy harp, robed with morning mist, where the rustling sun comes forth from his green-headed waves 1 TEMORA: AN EPIC POEM.
Page 198 - So rife the green feas round a fpirit, that comes down from the fqually wind. The traveller hears the found afar, and lifts his head over the rock. He looks on the troubled bay, and thinks he dimly fees the form. The waves fport, unwieldy, round, with all their backs of foam.
Page 26 - The feaft is fpread on Moi-lena: an hundred heroes reared the tomb of Cairbar: but no fong is raifed over the chief: for his foul had been dark and bloody. The bards remembered the fall of Cormac ! what could they fay in Cairbar's praife? The night came rolling down. The light of a"n hundred oaks arofe. Fingal fat beneath a tree. Old Althan f flood in the midft.
Page 187 - Not there is the stride of Larthon, chief of Inis-huna. He mounts the wave on his own dark oak, in Cluba's ridgy bay.
Page 195 - AS when the wintry winds have feized the waves of the mountain-lake, have feized them, in ftormy night, and cloathed them over with ice; white, to the hunter's early eye, the billows ftill feem to roll. He turns his ear to the found of each unequal ridge. But each is filent, gleaming...
Page 46 - WHEN peace returned to the land: •When his blue waves bore the king to Morven: then he remembered his fon, and poured the filenc tear.
Page 112 - ... impressions of the extraordinary and supernatural kind. Falling asleep in this gloomy mood, and their dreams being disturbed by the noise of the elements around, it is no matter of wonder, that they thought they heard the voice of the dead. This voice of the dead, however, was, perhaps, no more than a shriller whistle of the winds in an old tree, or in the chinks of a neighbouring rock.
Page 204 - He lifted high his shin;ng shield, in the dusky wing of war: like the broad, blank moon, in the skirt of a cloud, before the storms arise. Loud, from moss-covered Mora, poured down, at once, the broad-winged war. Fingal led his people forth, king of Morven of streams. On high spreads the eagle's wing. His grey hair is poured on his shoulders broad. In thunder are his mighty strides.