The Poems of Ossian, Band 1W. Strahan and T. Becket, 1773 |
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... youth , far - diftant from my cave . The fon of Starno moves , in my fight , He dwells lonely in my foul . " " MAID of Lulan , " faid Fingal , " white- By the beam of youth , it afterwards appears , that Conban- carglas means Swaran ...
... youth , far - diftant from my cave . The fon of Starno moves , in my fight , He dwells lonely in my foul . " " MAID of Lulan , " faid Fingal , " white- By the beam of youth , it afterwards appears , that Conban- carglas means Swaran ...
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... youth of heavy locks came to Rurmar's echoing hall . They came to woo the * This episode is , in the original , extremely beautiful . It is fet to that wild kind of mufic , which fome of the High- landers distinguish , by the title of ...
... youth of heavy locks came to Rurmar's echoing hall . They came to woo the * This episode is , in the original , extremely beautiful . It is fet to that wild kind of mufic , which fome of the High- landers distinguish , by the title of ...
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... youth , who wanted to be employed in his wars . She was foon discovered by Hidal- lan the son of Lamor , one of Fingal's heroes , whofe love she had flighted fome time before . Her romantic paffion and beauty recommended her fo much to ...
... youth , who wanted to be employed in his wars . She was foon discovered by Hidal- lan the son of Lamor , one of Fingal's heroes , whofe love she had flighted fome time before . Her romantic paffion and beauty recommended her fo much to ...
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... youth . Why haft thou told me , Hidallan , that my hero fell ? I might have hoped a little while his return , I might have thought I faw him on the distant rock ; a tree might have deceived me with his appear- ance ; the wind of the ...
... youth . Why haft thou told me , Hidallan , that my hero fell ? I might have hoped a little while his return , I might have thought I faw him on the distant rock ; a tree might have deceived me with his appear- ance ; the wind of the ...
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... youth ; but thou didst not tell Comala ! MELILCOMA . WHAT found is that on Ardven ? Who is that bright in the vale ? Who comes like the ftrength of rivers , when their crouded waters glitter to the moon ? * * By the dweller of the rock ...
... youth ; but thou didst not tell Comala ! MELILCOMA . WHAT found is that on Ardven ? Who is that bright in the vale ? Who comes like the ftrength of rivers , when their crouded waters glitter to the moon ? * * By the dweller of the rock ...
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againſt arife arms arofe art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold blaft bofom breaft Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon cave chace chief clouds Clutha Comala Connal Cromla Cuthullin Dargo dark dark-brown darkneſs daugh daughter death defart defcended diftant doft thou ecchoing Erin eyes faid fame fathers feaft fecret feeble feen fell fhall fhells fhield fide figh fight filent Fingal flain fled fome fong foul fpear fpirits fpread friends fteel fteps ftone ftood ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength fword Gaul ghofts grief hair hall harp heard heath heroes hill himſelf king of Morven Lego lift Lochlin maid mift mighty moffy Morni mournful Nathos night Ofcar Offian paffed poem raiſed reft renown rife roar rock rofe rolled ruſhed ſaid Scandinavia Selma Semo ſhall Starno Swaran tears thee thoſe thouſand tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves weft wind youth
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Seite 370 - ... of my fathers ! bend. Lay by the red terror of your course. Receive the falling chief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises from the rolling sea. Let his robe of mist be near ; his spear that is form'd of a cloud.
Seite 213 - Arise, winds of autumn, arise; blow along the heath! streams of the mountains roar! roar, tempests, in the groves of my oaks! walk through broken clouds, O moon! show thy pale face, at intervals! bring to my mind the night, when all my children fell; when Arindal the mighty fell; when Daura the lovely failed!
Seite 211 - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar. Morar! thou art low indeed. Thou hast no mother to mourn thee; no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan. Who on his staff is this? who is this, whose head is white with age?
Seite 228 - Lovely daughter of Cormac, I love thee as my soul ! I have slain one stately deer for thee. High was his branchy head, and fleet his feet of wind.
Seite 136 - Night is alike to me, stormy or gloomy the sky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on the hill. The young day returns from his clouds, but we return no more. Where are our chiefs of old? Where our kings of mighty name ? The fields of their battles are silent. Scarce their mossy tombs remain. We shall also be forgot. This lofty house shall fall. Our sons shall not behold the ruins in grass. They shall ask of the aged, " Where stood the walls of our fathers ?" Raise the song, and strike...
Seite 223 - They come like streams from the mountain ; each rushes roaring from his hill. Bright are the chiefs of battle, in the armour of their fathers. Gloomy and dark, their heroes follow like the gathering of the rainy clouds behind the red meteors of heaven.
Seite 205 - And it does arise in its strength! I behold my departed friends. Their gathering is on Lora, as in the days of other years.
Seite 232 - Within the car is seen the chief; the strong-armed son of the sword. The hero's name is Cuthullin, son of Semo king of shells. His red cheek is like my polished yew. The look of his blue-rolling eye is wide, beneath the dark arch of his brow. His hair flies from his head like a flame, as bending forward he wields the spear. Fly, king of ocean, fly ! He comes, like a storm, along the streamy vale ! " When did I fly," replied the king ? " When fled Swaran from the battle of spears?
Seite 211 - 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.
Seite 58 - Returnest thou safe from the war? Where are thy friends, my love? I heard of thy death on the hill; I heard and mourned thee, Shilric!