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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Page 106
... maid of Inistore is in- troduced , in a moving apostrophe , as weeping for a- nother ; and a third , " as rolled in the dust , he lifted " his faint eyes to the king , " is remembered and mourn- ed by Fingal as the friend of Agandecca ...
... maid of Inistore is in- troduced , in a moving apostrophe , as weeping for a- nother ; and a third , " as rolled in the dust , he lifted " his faint eyes to the king , " is remembered and mourn- ed by Fingal as the friend of Agandecca ...
Page 122
... maid , " why didst thou come over the dark blue wave to " Nuath's mournful daughter ? Why did I not pass away " in secret , like the flower of the rock , that lifts its fair " head unseen , and strews its withered leaves to the " blast ...
... maid , " why didst thou come over the dark blue wave to " Nuath's mournful daughter ? Why did I not pass away " in secret , like the flower of the rock , that lifts its fair " head unseen , and strews its withered leaves to the " blast ...
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... maids of Lutha ! soon hast thou set , Mal- " vina ! but thou risest like the beam of the east , among " the spirits of thy friends , where they sit in their stormy " halls , the chambers of the thunder . " This is correct , and finely ...
... maids of Lutha ! soon hast thou set , Mal- " vina ! but thou risest like the beam of the east , among " the spirits of thy friends , where they sit in their stormy " halls , the chambers of the thunder . " This is correct , and finely ...
Page 125
... maid of Inistore , whose lover had fallen in battle ; and that inimitably fine one of Cu- thullin to Bragela , at the conclusion of the same book . He commands the harp to be struck in her praise ; and the mention of Bragela's name ...
... maid of Inistore , whose lover had fallen in battle ; and that inimitably fine one of Cu- thullin to Bragela , at the conclusion of the same book . He commands the harp to be struck in her praise ; and the mention of Bragela's name ...
Page 153
... maids ! calm is thy sleep in the cave of the rock . Thou hast fallen in darkness like a Dubhcomar , a black well - shaped man . ' 2 Fear - guth , the man of the word ; ' or a commander of an army . Be thou like a roe or young hart on ...
... maids ! calm is thy sleep in the cave of the rock . Thou hast fallen in darkness like a Dubhcomar , a black well - shaped man . ' 2 Fear - guth , the man of the word ; ' or a commander of an army . Be thou like a roe or young hart on ...
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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