The Poems of Ossian: To which are Prefixed a Preliminary Discourse and Dissertation on the Æra and Poems of Ossian |
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... Thou art in thy journey alone ; who is so bold as to come nigh thee ? The oak falleth from the high mountain ; the rock and the precipice fall under old age ; the ocean ebbeth and floweth , the moon is lost above in the sky ; but thou ...
... Thou art in thy journey alone ; who is so bold as to come nigh thee ? The oak falleth from the high mountain ; the rock and the precipice fall under old age ; the ocean ebbeth and floweth , the moon is lost above in the sky ; but thou ...
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... thou art pleasing to mine ear . " O Evir - allen ! thou boast of Erin's maids , thy thoughts come streaming on my soul . Hear , O Malvina ! a tale of my youth , the actions of my former days . Peace reigned over Morven's hills . The ...
... thou art pleasing to mine ear . " O Evir - allen ! thou boast of Erin's maids , thy thoughts come streaming on my soul . Hear , O Malvina ! a tale of my youth , the actions of my former days . Peace reigned over Morven's hills . The ...
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... thy soul , and thou art generous and brave . Tell her , I forgive her scorn . Tell her , I descend with joy into the grave ; but raise the stone of my praise . Let the maid throw a flower on my tomb , and mingle one tear with my dust ...
... thy soul , and thou art generous and brave . Tell her , I forgive her scorn . Tell her , I descend with joy into the grave ; but raise the stone of my praise . Let the maid throw a flower on my tomb , and mingle one tear with my dust ...
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... thou bend thy dark eyes on me , ghost of the car - borne Calmar ? Wouldst thou frighten me , O Matha's son ! from the battles of Cormac ? Thy hand was not feeble in war ; neither was thy voice for peace . How art thou changed , chief of ...
... thou bend thy dark eyes on me , ghost of the car - borne Calmar ? Wouldst thou frighten me , O Matha's son ! from the battles of Cormac ? Thy hand was not feeble in war ; neither was thy voice for peace . How art thou changed , chief of ...
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... thy deeds , and my soul was glad . Thou art brave , son of Clatho , but headlong in the strife . So did not Fingal advance , though he never feared a foc . Let thy people be a ridge behind 66 thee ; they are thy strength in the field ...
... thy deeds , and my soul was glad . Thou art brave , son of Clatho , but headlong in the strife . So did not Fingal advance , though he never feared a foc . Let thy people be a ridge behind 66 thee ; they are thy strength in the field ...
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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 Clutha 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 tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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Page 168 - 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 233 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; tho 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...
Page 233 - 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.
Page 166 - 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 287 - Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream. Why should I stay behind? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock. When night comes on the hill — when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth; he shall fear, but love my voice!
Page 234 - ... from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps like me for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning.
Page 142 - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. Why dost thou awake me, O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
Page 288 - 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.
Page 126 - 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: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 225 - O bards! over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us: for, one day, we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy halfworn shield. And let the blast of the desert come! we shall be renowned in our day!