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... Arife , around me , children of heroes , in a land unknown ! Let each look on his fhield , like Trenmor , the ruler of wars . " Come down , thus Trenmor faid , thou dwel . ler between the harps ! Thou fhalt roll this ftream away , or ...
... Arife , around me , children of heroes , in a land unknown ! Let each look on his fhield , like Trenmor , the ruler of wars . " Come down , thus Trenmor faid , thou dwel . ler between the harps ! Thou fhalt roll this ftream away , or ...
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... knows not whither to fly . No trembling travellers are we ! Sons of heroes call forth the steel . Shall the fword of Fingal arife , or fhall a warrior lead ? ” VOL . I. C THE * THE deeds of old , faid Duth - maruno [ 17 ]
... knows not whither to fly . No trembling travellers are we ! Sons of heroes call forth the steel . Shall the fword of Fingal arife , or fhall a warrior lead ? ” VOL . I. C THE * THE deeds of old , faid Duth - maruno [ 17 ]
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... arife ? When fhall thy voice be heard on our rocks ? The maids fhall feek thee on the heath , but they shall not find thee . Thou shalt coine , at times , to their dreams , to settle peace } * The fequel of the ftory of Hidallan is ...
... arife ? When fhall thy voice be heard on our rocks ? The maids fhall feek thee on the heath , but they shall not find thee . Thou shalt coine , at times , to their dreams , to settle peace } * The fequel of the ftory of Hidallan is ...
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... arife to the found of the harps of Selma : let the beam fpread in the hall , the king of fhells is returned ! The ftrife of Carun is past t , like founds that are no more . Raife the fong , O bards ! the king is returned , with his fame ...
... arife to the found of the harps of Selma : let the beam fpread in the hall , the king of fhells is returned ! The ftrife of Carun is past t , like founds that are no more . Raife the fong , O bards ! the king is returned , with his fame ...
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... arife ! CRONNAN * , fon of the fong ! faid Ullin , Minona , graceful at the harp ! raise the tale of Shilric , * One fhould think that the parts of Shilric and Vinvela were reprefented by Cronnan and Minona , whose very names denote ...
... arife ! CRONNAN * , fon of the fong ! faid Ullin , Minona , graceful at the harp ! raise the tale of Shilric , * One fhould think that the parts of Shilric and Vinvela were reprefented by Cronnan and Minona , whose very names denote ...
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againſt arife arms arofe art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold blaft breaft Cairbar Calmar Carril Carthon cave chace chief clouds Comala Connal courſe Crimora 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 fide figh fight filent Fingal firſt flain fome fong foul fpear fpread friends fteel fteps ftone ftood ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength fword Gaul ghofts ghoſt hall harp heard heath heroes hill himſelf king of Morven Lego Lochlin maid midſt mift mighty moffy Morni mournful Nathos night Ofcar Offian paffed poem raiſed reft renown rife roar rock rofe rolled ruſhed ſaid Scandinavia Selma Semo ſhall ſon ſpear Starno ſteel ſteps Swaran tears Temora thee thouſand tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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Page 211 - 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 211 - Narrow is thy dwelling now! dark the place of thine abode! With three steps I compass thy grave, O thou who wast so great before. Four stones, with their heads of moss, are the only memorial of thee. A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, 'mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar.
Page 210 - 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.
Page 246 - He fell by the hand of Swaran, striving in the battle of heroes. His face is like the beam of the setting moon. His robes are of the clouds of the hill. His eyes are two decaying flames! Dark is the wound of his breast! 'Crugal,' said the mighty Connal, 'son of Dedgal famed on the hill of hinds!
Page 370 - ... of my fathers ! bend. Lay by the red terror of your course. Receive the falling chief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises from the rolling sea. Let his robe of mist be near ; his spear that is form'd of a cloud.
Page 99 - Light of the shadowy thoughts that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song? We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away...
Page 205 - 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 226 - Rossa! what shades the soul of war?" "Four stones," replied the chief, "rise on the grave of Cathba. These hands have laid in earth Duchomar, that cloud in war. Cathba, son of Torman ! thou wert a sunbeam in Erin. And thou, O valiant Duchomar! a mist of the marshy Lano, when it moves on the plains of autumn, bearing the death of thousands along.
Page 207 - Colma. — It is night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours' down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain ; forlorn on the hill of winds...
Page 215 - Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief she expired; and left thee Armin alone.