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... Erin na gorm lánn . The sons of Erin of blue steel . Neither shall I much dispute the matter with him : He has my consent also to appropriate to Ireland the celebrated Ton - iosal . I shall only say , that they are different persons ...
... Erin na gorm lánn . The sons of Erin of blue steel . Neither shall I much dispute the matter with him : He has my consent also to appropriate to Ireland the celebrated Ton - iosal . I shall only say , that they are different persons ...
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... Erin shall fall . Remove from the field of ghosts . Like the darkened moon he retired in the midst of the whistling blast . " - Several other appearances of spirits might be pointed out , as among the most sublime passages of Ossian's ...
... Erin shall fall . Remove from the field of ghosts . Like the darkened moon he retired in the midst of the whistling blast . " - Several other appearances of spirits might be pointed out , as among the most sublime passages of Ossian's ...
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... Erin , Roscrana , daughter of heroes , light of Cormac's race . Nor forgot did my steps depart : the kings gave their shields to Car - ul ; they hang on high in Col - amon , in memory of the past . Sons of the daring kings , ye bring ...
... Erin , Roscrana , daughter of heroes , light of Cormac's race . Nor forgot did my steps depart : the kings gave their shields to Car - ul ; they hang on high in Col - amon , in memory of the past . Sons of the daring kings , ye bring ...
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... Erin , for he is far away , 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 ...
... Erin , for he is far away , 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 ...
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... Erin to Culgorm , red - eyed king : I aided Suran - dronlo in his land of boars . " We rushed on either side of a stream , which roared through a blasted heath . High broken rocks were round , with all their bending trees . Near were ...
... Erin to Culgorm , red - eyed king : I aided Suran - dronlo in his land of boars . " We rushed on either side of a stream , which roared through a blasted heath . High broken rocks were round , with all their bending trees . Near were ...
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arms arose art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Clutha Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fallen fame fathers feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts gleaming grey grief hair hall hand harp hear heard heath heaven heroes hill Iliad king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist moon Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem Poems of Ossian poet race raised rejoice renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Selma shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel steps storm strangers stream Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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Page 164 - When the world is dark with tempests; when thunder rolls and lightning flies; thou lookest in thy beauty, from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain; for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art, perhaps, like me, for a season, thy years will have an end. Thou shall sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning.
Page 111 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream-- Ay me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there; for what could that have done?
Page 157 - 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 163 - Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years; the ocean shrinks and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven, but thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course.
Page 164 - ... vain, for he beholds thy beams no more : whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art, perhaps, like me, for a season ; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning. Exult then...
Page 374 - Why dost thou awake me, O gale?' it seems to say, ' I am covered with the drops of heaven. The time of my fading is near, the blast that shall scatter my leaves. To-morrow shall the traveller come ; he that saw me in my beauty shall come. His eyes will search the field, but they will not find me.
Page 154 - 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 75 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 163 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone: who can be a companion of thy course!
Page 75 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, fear came upon me and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face. The hair of my flesh stood up. It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof; an image was before mine eyes; there was silence; and I heard a voice — Shall mortal man be more just than God?