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Pagina 5
Go to the grey streams of thy land , he said ; moulder like a leafless oak , which the winds have bent over Balva , never more to grow ! " " And must I hear , " Lamor replied , " the lonely tread of Hidallan's feet ?
Go to the grey streams of thy land , he said ; moulder like a leafless oak , which the winds have bent over Balva , never more to grow ! " " And must I hear , " Lamor replied , " the lonely tread of Hidallan's feet ?
Pagina 6
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 . Send the night away in songs ; watch the strength of Caros . Oscar goes to the people of other ...
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 . Send the night away in songs ; watch the strength of Caros . Oscar goes to the people of other ...
Pagina 14
I sought thee not as a beam , in a land of clouds . Thou , like the sun , art known , king of echoing Selma ! Selma's king looked around . In his presence , we rose in arms . But who should lift the shield ? for all had claimed the war ...
I sought thee not as a beam , in a land of clouds . Thou , like the sun , art known , king of echoing Selma ! Selma's king looked around . In his presence , we rose in arms . But who should lift the shield ? for all had claimed the war ...
Pagina 17
Magic and incantation could not , however , prevail ; for Trenmor , assisted by the valour of his son Trathal , entirely broke the power of the Druids . VOL . 11 . C land , to call the ghosts from high . On A POEM . 17.
Magic and incantation could not , however , prevail ; for Trenmor , assisted by the valour of his son Trathal , entirely broke the power of the Druids . VOL . 11 . C land , to call the ghosts from high . On A POEM . 17.
Pagina 18
land , to call the ghosts from high . On his hill , he had dwelt , in Lochlin , in the midst of a leafless grove . Five stones lifted , near , their heads . Loud roared his rushing stream . He often raised his voice to the winds ...
land , to call the ghosts from high . On his hill , he had dwelt , in Lochlin , in the midst of a leafless grove . Five stones lifted , near , their heads . Loud roared his rushing stream . He often raised his voice to the winds ...
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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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