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Pagina 4
The stream ran at his feet , his grey head rested on his staff . Sightless are his aged eyes . He hums the song of other times . The noise of Hidallan's feet came to his ear : he knew the tread of his son .
The stream ran at his feet , his grey head rested on his staff . Sightless are his aged eyes . He hums the song of other times . The noise of Hidallan's feet came to his ear : he knew the tread of his son .
Pagina 8
Little hills lift their head at a distance ; and stretch their old trees to the wind . The warriors of Caros sat there , for they had passed the stream by night . They appeared , like the trunks of aged pines , to the pale light of the ...
Little hills lift their head at a distance ; and stretch their old trees to the wind . The warriors of Caros sat there , for they had passed the stream by night . They appeared , like the trunks of aged pines , to the pale light of the ...
Pagina 16
Ton - thena had hid her head in the sky . He bound his white - bosomed sails . His course is on the hills of Rath - col , to the seats of roes . We came . I sent the bard , with songs , to call the foe to fight .
Ton - thena had hid her head in the sky . He bound his white - bosomed sails . His course is on the hills of Rath - col , to the seats of roes . We came . I sent the bard , with songs , to call the foe to fight .
Pagina 18
Five stones lifted , near , their heads . Loud roared his rushing stream . He often raised his voice to the winds , when meteors marked their nightly wings ; when the dark - robed moon was rolled behind her hill .
Five stones lifted , near , their heads . Loud roared his rushing stream . He often raised his voice to the winds , when meteors marked their nightly wings ; when the dark - robed moon was rolled behind her hill .
Pagina 26
They fell , like the thistle's head , beneath autumnal winds . " " In armour came a stately form : I mixed my strokes with the chief . By turns our shields are pierced loud rung our steely mails . His helmet fell to the ground .
They fell , like the thistle's head , beneath autumnal winds . " " In armour came a stately form : I mixed my strokes with the chief . By turns our shields are pierced loud rung our steely mails . His helmet fell to the ground .
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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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