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... fome , who speak without any authority , to have afcribed his own productions to another name . If this was the cafe , he was but young in the art of deception . When he placed the Poet in antiquity , I antiquity , the Tranflator fhould ...
... fome , who speak without any authority , to have afcribed his own productions to another name . If this was the cafe , he was but young in the art of deception . When he placed the Poet in antiquity , I antiquity , the Tranflator fhould ...
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... fome readers ; it may not therefore be improper , to give here the traditional preface , which is generally prefixed to it .. Two years after he took to wife Ros - crana , the daughter of Cormac , king of Ire- land , Fingal undertook an ...
... fome readers ; it may not therefore be improper , to give here the traditional preface , which is generally prefixed to it .. Two years after he took to wife Ros - crana , the daughter of Cormac , king of Ire- land , Fingal undertook an ...
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... fome circumftances very ridi- culous , and others altogether indecent . Morna , the wife of Comhal , had a principal hand in all the tranfactions previous to the defeat and death of her hufband ; fhe , to ufe the words of the bard , who ...
... fome circumftances very ridi- culous , and others altogether indecent . Morna , the wife of Comhal , had a principal hand in all the tranfactions previous to the defeat and death of her hufband ; fhe , to ufe the words of the bard , who ...
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... fome of the High- landers diftinguith , by the title of Fón Oi - marra , or , the Song of mermaids . Some part of the air is absolutely infernal , but there are many returns in the meafure , which are inexprelibly wild and beautiful ...
... fome of the High- landers diftinguith , by the title of Fón Oi - marra , or , the Song of mermaids . Some part of the air is absolutely infernal , but there are many returns in the meafure , which are inexprelibly wild and beautiful ...
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CATH - LODA : A POE E M. PUAN THIRD . ARGUMENT . OSSIAN , after fome general reflections , defcribes.
CATH - LODA : A POE E M. PUAN THIRD . ARGUMENT . OSSIAN , after fome general reflections , defcribes.
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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.