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... fpoke . Crimora the daughter of Rinval , who dwelt at Lotha's † roaring ftream ! The tale was long , but lovely ; and pleased the blushing Utha . CRIMORA ‡ . Who cometh from the hill , like a cloud tinged with the beam of the weft ...
... fpoke . Crimora the daughter of Rinval , who dwelt at Lotha's † roaring ftream ! The tale was long , but lovely ; and pleased the blushing Utha . CRIMORA ‡ . Who cometh from the hill , like a cloud tinged with the beam of the weft ...
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... fpoke ; he spoke without a tear , but forrow fwelled in the midst of his voice . joy is in the hall . " SON of Fingal ! behold'st thou not the darkness of Crothar's joy ? My foul was not fad at the feaft , when my people lived before me ...
... fpoke ; he spoke without a tear , but forrow fwelled in the midst of his voice . joy is in the hall . " SON of Fingal ! behold'st thou not the darkness of Crothar's joy ? My foul was not fad at the feaft , when my people lived before me ...
Page 136
... the night pass until morning fhall appear in our halls . Then let the bow be at hand , the dogs , the youths of the chace . We , fhall afcend the hill with day ; and awake the deer . He " King of He came and fpoke to Offian . 136 A : CROM.
... the night pass until morning fhall appear in our halls . Then let the bow be at hand , the dogs , the youths of the chace . We , fhall afcend the hill with day ; and awake the deer . He " King of He came and fpoke to Offian . 136 A : CROM.
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" King of He came and fpoke to Offian . fpears ! " he said , " my fon has not fallen with- out his fame . The young warrior did not fly ; but met death , as he went forward in his ftrength . Happy are they who die in youth , when their ...
" King of He came and fpoke to Offian . fpears ! " he said , " my fon has not fallen with- out his fame . The young warrior did not fly ; but met death , as he went forward in his ftrength . Happy are they who die in youth , when their ...
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... fpoke to Offian in the midst of a thoufand chiefs . " SON of my ftrength , " began the king , " take thou the fpear of Fingal . Go to Teutha's rufhing ftream , and fave the car - borne Colmar . Let thy fame return before thee like a ...
... fpoke to Offian in the midst of a thoufand chiefs . " SON of my ftrength , " began the king , " take thou the fpear of Fingal . Go to Teutha's rufhing ftream , and fave the car - borne Colmar . Let thy fame return before thee like a ...
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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.