The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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Pagina 349
... Uthal . Uthal was handsome , and , by the ladies , much admired . Nina - thoma , the beautiful daughter of Tor- thóma , a neighbouring prince , fell in love and fled with him . He proved unconstant ! for another lady , whose name is not ...
... Uthal . Uthal was handsome , and , by the ladies , much admired . Nina - thoma , the beautiful daughter of Tor- thóma , a neighbouring prince , fell in love and fled with him . He proved unconstant ! for another lady , whose name is not ...
Pagina 353
... Uthal , the love of a thousand maids . He bound the aged Larthmor , and dwelt in his sounding halls ! Long pined the king in his cave , beside his rolling sea . Day did not come to his dwelling ; nor the * Toscar was the son of that ...
... Uthal , the love of a thousand maids . He bound the aged Larthmor , and dwelt in his sounding halls ! Long pined the king in his cave , beside his rolling sea . Day did not come to his dwelling ; nor the * Toscar was the son of that ...
Pagina 354
... Uthal . But the memory * of his deeds rose before the king . He sent his son and Toscar . Our joy was great on the ... Uthal , who was so far his inferior in valour and power . * Nina - thoma , the daughter of Torthóma , who had been ...
... Uthal . But the memory * of his deeds rose before the king . He sent his son and Toscar . Our joy was great on the ... Uthal , who was so far his inferior in valour and power . * Nina - thoma , the daughter of Torthóma , who had been ...
Pagina 355
... Uthal ! like the sun of heaven ! The souls of the virgins are thine , son of generous Larthmor ! But why dost thou leave me alone , in the midst of roaring waters ? Was my soul dark with thy death ? Did my white hand lift the sword ...
... Uthal ! like the sun of heaven ! The souls of the virgins are thine , son of generous Larthmor ! But why dost thou leave me alone , in the midst of roaring waters ? Was my soul dark with thy death ? Did my white hand lift the sword ...
Pagina 356
... Uthal's train came , from the high Fin- thormo . They spread over the heath to the chace of the boar . Himself comes slowly on , in the pride of his strength . He lifts two pointed spears . On his his side is the hero's sword . Three ...
... Uthal's train came , from the high Fin- thormo . They spread over the heath to the chace of the boar . Himself comes slowly on , in the pride of his strength . He lifts two pointed spears . On his his side is the hero's sword . Three ...
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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.