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Pagina 14
His blue hosts were behind him in half - distinguished rows . Scarce seen is their strife in mist , or their stretching forward to deaths . I listened ; but no sound was there . The forms were empty wind ! I started from the dream of ...
His blue hosts were behind him in half - distinguished rows . Scarce seen is their strife in mist , or their stretching forward to deaths . I listened ; but no sound was there . The forms were empty wind ! I started from the dream of ...
Pagina 15
In winds were its hundred groves . Sun - beams marked , at times , its brown side . White , leapt the foamy streams , from all its echoing rocks . A green field , in the bosom of hills , winds silent with its own blue stream .
In winds were its hundred groves . Sun - beams marked , at times , its brown side . White , leapt the foamy streams , from all its echoing rocks . A green field , in the bosom of hills , winds silent with its own blue stream .
Pagina 22
It was the young branch of green Inis - huna , Sul - malla of blue eyes . She sent the bard from her rock , to bid us to her feast . Amidst the song we sat down , in Cluba's echoing hall . White moved the hands of Sul - malla , on the ...
It was the young branch of green Inis - huna , Sul - malla of blue eyes . She sent the bard from her rock , to bid us to her feast . Amidst the song we sat down , in Cluba's echoing hall . White moved the hands of Sul - malla , on the ...
Pagina 23
Nor at the feast were heard his words . His deeds passed from his soul of fire , like the rolling of vapours from the face of the wandering sun . Not careless looked the blue eyes of Cluba on his stately steps .
Nor at the feast were heard his words . His deeds passed from his soul of fire , like the rolling of vapours from the face of the wandering sun . Not careless looked the blue eyes of Cluba on his stately steps .
Pagina 25
High , from their misty hills , look forth the blue eyes of Erin ; for he is far away , young dweller of their souls ! Nor , harmless , white hands of Erin ! is Cathmor in the skirts of war he rolls ten thousand before him , in his ...
High , from their misty hills , look forth the blue eyes of Erin ; for he is far away , young dweller of their souls ! Nor , harmless , white hands of Erin ! is Cathmor in the skirts of war he rolls ten thousand before him , in his ...
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aged appears arms army bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue bounding Cairbar called Carril Cathmor cave chief cloud comes Connal Cormac course Cuthullin dark daughter death distant dwelling echoing Erin eyes face fall fallen fame father feast fell field fight Fillan Fingal fire friends Gaul ghosts give grey hair hall hand harp head hear heard heath heroes hill Ireland king land lift light locks look maid midst mighty mist morning Morven mournful never night Oscar Ossian passed poem race raised renown replied rest rise roar rock rolled rose round rush seen Selma shield side silent song sons soul sound spear spirit spread steel steps storm stream strength Swaran sword tears thee thou thousand tomb tree turned voice warrior waves wind wing young 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.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2 The Poems of Ossian, James Macpherson |
| vertaald door | James Macpherson |
| Uitgever | J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de University of Michigan |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 23 mei 2007 |
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