The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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Pagina 8
... midst of a thousand foes ? Many a spear is there ! many a darkly - rolling eye ! Shall I fly to Ardven ? But did my fathers ever fly ? The mark of their arm is in a thousand battles . Oscar too shall be renowned ! Come , ye dim ghosts ...
... midst of a thousand foes ? Many a spear is there ! many a darkly - rolling eye ! Shall I fly to Ardven ? But did my fathers ever fly ? The mark of their arm is in a thousand battles . Oscar too shall be renowned ! Come , ye dim ghosts ...
Pagina 9
... midst of their renown ! They have not beheld the tombs of their friend : or failed to bend the bow of their strength . Happy art thou , O Oscar , in the midst of thy rushing blast . Thou often goest to the fields of thy fame , where ...
... midst of their renown ! They have not beheld the tombs of their friend : or failed to bend the bow of their strength . Happy art thou , O Oscar , in the midst of thy rushing blast . Thou often goest to the fields of thy fame , where ...
Pagina 12
... midst of clouds : darkness closes around it ; and the beam departs . Depart not , son of Fergus ! ere thou markest the field with thy sword . Ascend to the rock of Selma ; to the oak of the breaker of shields . " In the echoing bay of ...
... midst of clouds : darkness closes around it ; and the beam departs . Depart not , son of Fergus ! ere thou markest the field with thy sword . Ascend to the rock of Selma ; to the oak of the breaker of shields . " In the echoing bay of ...
Pagina 15
... midst the waving of oaks , were the dwellings of kings of old . But silence , for many dark - brown years , had settled in grassy * Ton - thena , fire of the wave , was the remarkable star mentioned in the seventh book of Temora , which ...
... midst the waving of oaks , were the dwellings of kings of old . But silence , for many dark - brown years , had settled in grassy * Ton - thena , fire of the wave , was the remarkable star mentioned in the seventh book of Temora , which ...
Pagina 18
... midst of a leafless grove . 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 ...
... midst of a leafless grove . 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 ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
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.