The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the era and poems of Ossian, Volume 11805 |
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... beam ; he that lately 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 like two decaying " flames . Dark is the ...
... beam ; he that lately 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 like two decaying " flames . Dark is the ...
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... dead , which were the favourite subjects of the old Runic They have many traditions among them of wars , in fermer times , with the nts of the western islands , " ghosts of Ardven pass through the beam ; and 3 ON THE POEMS OF OSSIAN . 91.
... dead , which were the favourite subjects of the old Runic They have many traditions among them of wars , in fermer times , with the nts of the western islands , " ghosts of Ardven pass through the beam ; and 3 ON THE POEMS OF OSSIAN . 91.
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Ossian. " ghosts of Ardven pass through the beam ; and shew " their dim and distant forms . Comala is half - unseen 66 on her meteor ; and Hidallan is sullen and dim . " " The awful faces of other times looked from the clouds " of Crona ...
Ossian. " ghosts of Ardven pass through the beam ; and shew " their dim and distant forms . Comala is half - unseen 66 on her meteor ; and Hidallan is sullen and dim . " " The awful faces of other times looked from the clouds " of Crona ...
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... beams ; fair - moving on the plain ; their forms white and bright ; their voices sweet ; and their visits to men ... beam at noon , over the si- " lence of Morven . " " The hunter shall hear my voice " from his booth . He shall fear ...
... beams ; fair - moving on the plain ; their forms white and bright ; their voices sweet ; and their visits to men ... beam at noon , over the si- " lence of Morven . " " The hunter shall hear my voice " from his booth . He shall fear ...
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... beams " have raised , whilst it shakes its lonely head on the " heath , so joyful is the king over Fillan . " Sedate , however , and wise , he mixes the praise which he be- stows on him with some reprehension of his rashness . " My son ...
... beams " have raised , whilst it shakes its lonely head on the " heath , so joyful is the king over Fillan . " Sedate , however , and wise , he mixes the praise which he be- stows on him with some reprehension of his rashness . " My son ...
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Agandecca ancient Angus Macneil antiquity appears arms bards battle beam beautiful behold blast breast Cairbar Caledonians Calmar Carril cave Celtic chief clouds Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Culdees Cuthullin dark dark-brown daugh daughter death deer desart distant druids echoing epic Erin Erragon eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg friends Gaul genius ghosts hall hand harp hear heard heath heroes Hidallan Highlands hill Homer Iliad Ireland Irish king of Morven king of swords Lena light Lochlin maid manners meteor mighty mist moon Morna mournful nations night numbers Oscar Ossian pale Picts poems poet poetical poetry race raise renowned rest rise roaring rock rolling Ryno Scotland Scots Semo sentiment shield sigh song sons soul sound spear spirit steel storm strangers stream sublime sun-beam Swaran sword tears Temora thee thou tion tomb Torman translation Trenmor Ullin voice waves wind youth
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Page 120 - The other contains a short, but exquisitely tender image, accompanied with the finest poetical painting. " The " music of Carril was like the memory of joys that " are past, pleasant and mournful to the soul.
Page 123 - 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 121 - 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 50 - That state, in which human nature shoots wild and free, though unfit for other improvements, certainly encourages the high exertions of fancy and passion.
Page 152 - From the hill I return, O Morna, from the hill of the dark-brown hinds. Three have I slain with my bended yew. Three with my long bounding dogs of the chace.
Page 99 - 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 162 - Crugal, or find his lone steps in the heath. I am light as the blast of Cromla, and I move like the shadow of mist. Connal, son of Colgar, I see the dark cloud of death: it hovers over the plains of Lena. The sons of green Erin shall fall. Remove from the field of ghosts.
Page 87 - 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...
Page 125 - Where have ye been, ye southern winds ! when the sons of my love were deceived ? But ye have been sporting on plains, pursuing the thistle's beard.
Page 118 - They fell, like three young oaks which stood alone on " the hill. The traveller saw the lovely trees, and " wondered how they grew so lonely. The blast of the " desert came by night, and laid their green heads low. " Next day he returned; but they were withered, and the