The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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Pagina 1
... Oscar the son of Ossian . This battle is the foundation of the present poem , which is addressed to Malvina the daughter of Toscar . BRING , daughter of Toscar ! bring the harp ! the light of the song rises in Ossian's soul ! It is like ...
... Oscar the son of Ossian . This battle is the foundation of the present poem , which is addressed to Malvina the daughter of Toscar . BRING , daughter of Toscar ! bring the harp ! the light of the song rises in Ossian's soul ! It is like ...
Pagina 2
... Oscar , " replied the bard , " but it is behind his gathered heap . ‡ He looks over his stones with fear . He beholds thee terrible , as the ghost of night , that rolls the wave to his ships ! " " Go , thou first of my bards ! " says Oscar ...
... Oscar , " replied the bard , " but it is behind his gathered heap . ‡ He looks over his stones with fear . He beholds thee terrible , as the ghost of night , that rolls the wave to his ships ! " " Go , thou first of my bards ! " says Oscar ...
Pagina 3
... Oscar ; the hero is alone ! 66 He came not over the streamy Carun . * The bard returned with his song . Grey night grows dim on Crona The feast of shells is spread . A hundred oaks burn to the wind ; faint light gleams over the heath ...
... Oscar ; the hero is alone ! 66 He came not over the streamy Carun . * The bard returned with his song . Grey night grows dim on Crona The feast of shells is spread . A hundred oaks burn to the wind ; faint light gleams over the heath ...
Pagina 6
... Oscar , son of the times of old ! My soul sighs for Hidallan ; he fell in the days of his youth . He flies on the blast of the desert , his wandering is in a foreign land . Sons of the echoing Morven ! draw near to the foes of Fingal ...
... Oscar , son of the times of old ! My soul sighs for Hidallan ; he fell in the days of his youth . He flies on the blast of the desert , his wandering is in a foreign land . Sons of the echoing Morven ! draw near to the foes of Fingal ...
Pagina 7
... Oscar slowly ascends the hill . The meteors of night set on the heath before him . A distant torrent faintly roars . Unfrequent blasts rush through aged oaks . The half - enlightened moon sinks dim and red behind her hill . Feeble ...
... Oscar slowly ascends the hill . The meteors of night set on the heath before him . A distant torrent faintly roars . Unfrequent blasts rush through aged oaks . The half - enlightened moon sinks dim and red behind her hill . Feeble ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Cathmor cave chace chief Clono cloud Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula dark dark-brown darkened daugh daughter death distant dost thou echoing Erin Erin's eyes fame father feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal Firbolg fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heroes hill Inis-huna Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena Mora Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rush Ryno Selma Semo shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear steel steps storm stream Strutha Sul-malla Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine Thou art thro tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warrior waves wind youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 39 - STAR of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
Pagina 98 - O Oscar ! bend the strong in arm ; but spare the feeble hand. Be thou a stream of many tides against the foes of thy people ; but like the gale that moves the grass to those who ask thine aid. — So Tremor lived; such Trathal was ; and such has Fingal been. My arm was the support of the injured ; and the weak rested behind the lightning of my steel.
Pagina 202 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
Pagina 49 - Roll on, ye dark-brown years ; ye bring no joy on your course! Let the tomb open to Ossian, for his strength has failed. The sons of song are gone to rest. My voice remains, like a blast that roars lonely on a sea-surrounded rock, after the winds are laid.
Pagina 31 - He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red lightning flies around : trees shake their heads to the wind ! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun ; and the pleasant dreams of his rest...
Pagina 190 - The remembrance of battles past, and the return of peace is compared to the sun returning after a storm : " Hear the battle of Lora! the sound of its steel is long since past: so thunder on the darkened hill roars, and is no more ; the sun returns with his silent beams; the glittering rocks, and green heads of the mountains, smile.
Pagina 46 - ... please the soul. It is like soft mist that, rising from a lake, pours on the silent vale ; the green flowers are filled with dew, but the sun returns in his strength, and the mist is gone Why art thou sad, O Armin, chief of sea-surrounded Gorma?
Pagina 48 - Before morning appeared, her voice was weak; it died away like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief, she expired, and left thee, Armin, alone.
Pagina 341 - Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul.