The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2W. Strahan and T. Cadell, 1785 - 435 pages |
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... The brothers form a con- traft : we do not deteft the mean foul of Cairbar more , than we admire the difinterefted and generous mind of Cathmor . chiefs of Selma heard their joy * . We thought chiefs Book I. AN EPIC POEM . 9.
... The brothers form a con- traft : we do not deteft the mean foul of Cairbar more , than we admire the difinterefted and generous mind of Cathmor . chiefs of Selma heard their joy * . We thought chiefs Book I. AN EPIC POEM . 9.
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chiefs of Selma heard their joy * . We thought that mighty Cathmor came . Cathmor the friend ' of ftrangers ! the brother of red - haired Cairbar . Their fouls were not the fame . The light of heaven was in the bofom of Cathmor . His ...
chiefs of Selma heard their joy * . We thought that mighty Cathmor came . Cathmor the friend ' of ftrangers ! the brother of red - haired Cairbar . Their fouls were not the fame . The light of heaven was in the bofom of Cathmor . His ...
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... thoughts , amid the feaft of fhells . My fon raised high the fpear of Cormac . An hun- dred bards met him with fongs . Cairbar con- cealed , with fmiles , the death that was dark in his foul . The feaft is fpread . The fhells re- found ...
... thoughts , amid the feaft of fhells . My fon raised high the fpear of Cormac . An hun- dred bards met him with fongs . Cairbar con- cealed , with fmiles , the death that was dark in his foul . The feaft is fpread . The fhells re- found ...
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... thoughts are dark and bloody ! But thou art the brother of Cathmor ; and Cathmor fhall fhine in thy war . But my foul is not like thine thou feeble hand in fight ! The light of my bofom is stained with thy deeds . Bards will not fing of ...
... thoughts are dark and bloody ! But thou art the brother of Cathmor ; and Cathmor fhall fhine in thy war . But my foul is not like thine thou feeble hand in fight ! The light of my bofom is stained with thy deeds . Bards will not fing of ...
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... thought , hat the fpirits of the deceafed haunted it , by night , which adds more terror to the defcription introduced here . The horrid circle of Brumo , where often , they faid , the ghosts of the dead bowled round the ftone of fear ...
... thought , hat the fpirits of the deceafed haunted it , by night , which adds more terror to the defcription introduced here . The horrid circle of Brumo , where often , they faid , the ghosts of the dead bowled round the ftone of fear ...
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Page 412 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd 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!
Page 408 - The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Page 411 - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
Page 401 - I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. The blast hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north.
Page 390 - Cormac who was distant far, in Temora's echoing halls; he learned to bend the bow of his fathers, and to lift the spear. Nor long didst thou lift the spear, mildly shining beam of youth! Death stands dim behind thee, like the darkened half of the moon behind its growing light!
Page 373 - 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 338 - Ofcar! bend the ftrong in arms, but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people ; but like the gale that moves the...
Page 282 - An American chief, at this day, harangues at the head of his tribe, in a more bold metaphorical style, than a modern European would adventure to use in an Epic poem.
Page 377 - Gaul in his arms, and my foul was mixed with his : for the fire of the battle was in his eyes ! he looked to the foe with joy. We fpoke the words of friendship in fecret ; and the lightning of our fwords poured together ; for we drew them behind the wood, and tried the ftrength of our arms on the empty air.
Page 424 - I hear, at times, the ghosts of bards, and learn their pleasant song. But memory fails on my mind. I hear the call of years! They say, as they pass along, why does Ossian sing?