The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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Pagina 5
... renown- ed , Garmallon ? my son has fled from war ! ” 66 66 King of the streamy Balva ! " said Hidallan with a sigh , why dost thou torment my soul ? Lamor , I never fled . Fingal was sad for Comala ; he denied his wars to Hidallan . Go ...
... renown- ed , Garmallon ? my son has fled from war ! ” 66 66 King of the streamy Balva ! " said Hidallan with a sigh , why dost thou torment my soul ? Lamor , I never fled . Fingal was sad for Comala ; he denied his wars to Hidallan . Go ...
Pagina 9
... 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 Caros fled from ...
... 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 Caros fled from ...
Pagina 19
... Renown returns to Morven , like a rising wind . Why art thou dark , chief of Clutha ? Is there cause for grief ? " " Son of Ossian of harps , my soul is darkly sad . I behold the arms of Cathmol , which he raised in war . Take the mail ...
... Renown returns to Morven , like a rising wind . Why art thou dark , chief of Clutha ? Is there cause for grief ? " " Son of Ossian of harps , my soul is darkly sad . I behold the arms of Cathmol , which he raised in war . Take the mail ...
Pagina 33
... renown ! Let not the children of strangers say , feeble are the sons of Morven ! Be thou , in battle , a roaring storm : mild as the evening sun in peace ! Tell , Oscar , to Inis - thona's king , that Fingal remembers his youth ; when ...
... renown ! Let not the children of strangers say , feeble are the sons of Morven ! Be thou , in battle , a roaring storm : mild as the evening sun in peace ! Tell , Oscar , to Inis - thona's king , that Fingal remembers his youth ; when ...
Pagina 45
... renown ; why did he not hear of his wound ? Weep , thou father of Morar ! weep ; but thy son heareth thee not . Deep is the sleep of the dead ; low their pillow of dust . No more shall he hear thy voice ; no more awake at thy call ...
... renown ; why did he not hear of his wound ? Weep , thou father of Morar ! weep ; but thy son heareth thee not . Deep is the sleep of the dead ; low their pillow of dust . No more shall he hear thy voice ; no more awake at thy call ...
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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.