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The authenticity of Macpherson’s collection was already controversially judged, when it came, translated in several European languages, to the continent. The author was said having written the poems ... Read full review
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arms arose art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fallen fame fathers feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts gleaming gray grief hair hall hand harp hear heard heath heaven heroes hill Iliad Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist moon Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poems poet poetry race raised rejoice renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Selma shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear steel steps storm strangers stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee thou art tomb Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves wind youth
Page 231 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, 0 sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall ; the mountains themselves decay...
Page 124 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up.
Page 287 - Weep, thou father of Morar, weep, but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice; no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake ? Farewell, thou bravest of men ! thou conqueror in the field!
Page 294 - Blood bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky. Spears fall like the circles of light, which gild the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high. As the last peal of thunder in heaven, such is the din of war!
Page 166 - 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 212 - The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they vanish : my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad on the winds: the tempests are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of my rest are pleasant.
Page 164 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters : but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Page 286 - Many fell by thy arm : they were consumed in the flames of thy wrath. But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow. Thy face was like the sun after rain : like the moon in the silence of night : calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.