 | Poetry - 1773 - 466 pages
...looked, from her burfting foul, on the king ; and funk, at once, behind. SON of Alpin, ftrike the firing. Is there aught of joy in the harp ? Pour it then on the foul of Offian : it is folded in mift. I heaj1 thee, O bard, in my night. But ceafe the lightly-trembling... | |
 | 1799 - 252 pages
...from her burfting foul, on the king ; and funk, at once, behind. Son 1 of Alpin, ftrike the iti-icg. Is there aught of joy in the harp' Pour it then, on the foul of Offian; it is folded in mift. I hear thee, O bard! in my night. But ceafe the lightly trembling... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 656 pages
...its versification prove, that the knowledge of music was considerably advanced in the days of Ossian. aught of joy in the harp ? Pour it then on the soul...grief belongs to Ossian, amidst his dark-brown years. Taom nir Ossian, agus ossun gu trom ; Ta anam a snamh an ceo. Chualas u, bhaird, a m'oicha. Ach siumhla'... | |
 | James Macpherson - Bards and bardism - 1805 - 654 pages
...But when she came to the rock, that darkly-covered Lena's vale, she looked, from her bursting soul, on the king; and sunk, at once, behind. Son *' of Alpin, strike the string. Is there *° Like a crowded sea, when first it feels the wings of the wind. The waves know not whither to roll.... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 244 pages
...tears. But when she came to the rock that darkly covered Lena's vale, she looked from her burstlag soul, on the king ; and sunk, at once, behind. Son' of Alpin strike the string. Js there aught of joy in the harp ? Pour it then, on thevsoul of Ossian ; :t is folded in mist. I hear... | |
 | Patrick Graham - Ogham stones - 1807 - 512 pages
...string, son of melodious Alpin. TRANSLATION. vered Lena's vale, she looked, from her bursting soul, on the king, and sunk at once behind. " Son of Alpin, strike the string. " Am bheil solas ann clarsaich nan nial? * " Taom air Ossein ; agns ossun gn trtnn, 400 " Ta anil iii... | |
 | 1810 - 378 pages
...soul, on the king ; and sunk, at onee, behind. Son of Alpin, strike the string. Is there aught •f joy in the harp? Pour it then on the soul of Ossian : it is folded in mist. I hear thce, O bard ! in my night. But eease the lightly trembling sound. The joy of grief belongs to Ossian,... | |
 | Ossian - 1817 - 290 pages
...That darkly cover'd Lena's echoing vale, Had come ; then she, from her full bursting soul, 330 Look'd on the king — and sunk, at once, behind. Son of Alpin, strike the string, And in concert sweetly sing. Does the dulcet-sounding lyre Aught contain of joyful fire? 335 On Ossian's... | |
 | Hugh Campbell - 1822 - 624 pages
...But when she came to the rock, that darkly-covered Lona's vale, she looked, from her bursting soul, on the king; and sunk, at once, behind. . Son of Alpin,...aught of joy in the harp ? Pour it then on the soul of Ossiah : it is folded in mist. I hear thee, O bard ! in my night. But cease the lightly trembling sound.... | |
 | Ossian - 1834 - 218 pages
...But when she came to the rock, that darklycovered Lena's vale, she looked, from her bursting soul, on the king; and sunk, at once, behind. Son of Alpin,...then on the soul of Ossian: it is folded in mist. I bear thee, О bard ! in my night. But cease the lightly-trembling sound. The joy of grief belongs to... | |
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Son of Alpin, strike the string. Is there aught of joy in the harp? Pour it then on the soul of Ossian: It is folded in mist. I hear thee, O bard ! in my night. But cease the lightly-trembling sound. 
