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... in the poems of Offian , have inferted a great many incidents between the fecond and third duän of Cath loda . Their interpolations are so easily distinguished from the genuine Duth - maruno's tomb . Near him are the steps [ 29 ]
... in the poems of Offian , have inferted a great many incidents between the fecond and third duän of Cath loda . Their interpolations are so easily distinguished from the genuine Duth - maruno's tomb . Near him are the steps [ 29 ]
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Duth - maruno's tomb . Near him are the steps of his heroes , hunters of the boar . By Tur thor's ftream the hoft of Lochlin is deep in fhades . The wrathful kings stood on two hills ; they looked forward ' from their boffy fhields ...
Duth - maruno's tomb . Near him are the steps of his heroes , hunters of the boar . By Tur thor's ftream the hoft of Lochlin is deep in fhades . The wrathful kings stood on two hills ; they looked forward ' from their boffy fhields ...
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... the words of peace . " Befide his rolling fea , lies Annir of many lakes . The king was pierced in battle ; and Starno is to raise his tomb . Me , a fon of Loda , he fends t to " to white - handed Foina , to bid her 32 . CATH - L O D A :
... the words of peace . " Befide his rolling fea , lies Annir of many lakes . The king was pierced in battle ; and Starno is to raise his tomb . Me , a fon of Loda , he fends t to " to white - handed Foina , to bid her 32 . CATH - L O D A :
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... tomb . Look on them , O moon ! from thy clouds ; be thy beam bright on his breast , that Comala may behold him in the light of his armour ! COMALA . STOP , ye fons of the grave , till I behold my love ! He left me at the chace alone . I ...
... tomb . Look on them , O moon ! from thy clouds ; be thy beam bright on his breast , that Comala may behold him in the light of his armour ! COMALA . STOP , ye fons of the grave , till I behold my love ! He left me at the chace alone . I ...
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... tomb . " SHE fleets , fhe fails away ; as mift before the wind ! and , wilt thou not ftay , Vinvela ? Stay and behold my tears ! fair thou appeareft , Vin- vela ! fair thou waft , when alive ! By the moffy fountain I will fit ; on the ...
... tomb . " SHE fleets , fhe fails away ; as mift before the wind ! and , wilt thou not ftay , Vinvela ? Stay and behold my tears ! fair thou appeareft , Vin- vela ! fair thou waft , when alive ! By the moffy fountain I will fit ; on the ...
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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.