The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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Pagina 2
... wave to his ships ! " " Go , thou first of my bards ! " says Oscar , " take the spear of Fingal . Fix a flame on its point . Shake it to the winds of heaven . Bid him , in songs , to advance , and ... waves ! Fingal 2 THE WAR OF CAROS :
... wave to his ships ! " " Go , thou first of my bards ! " says Oscar , " take the spear of Fingal . Fix a flame on its point . Shake it to the winds of heaven . Bid him , in songs , to advance , and ... waves ! Fingal 2 THE WAR OF CAROS :
Pagina 3
James Macpherson. thou that sittest on the rolling of waves ! Fingal is distant far ; he hears the songs of bards in Morven : the wind of his hall is in his hair . His terrible spear is at his side ; his shield that is like the darkened ...
James Macpherson. thou that sittest on the rolling of waves ! Fingal is distant far ; he hears the songs of bards in Morven : the wind of his hall is in his hair . His terrible spear is at his side ; his shield that is like the darkened ...
Pagina 14
... to her , after the death of his son , shews that delicacy of sentiment is not confined , as some fondly ima gine , to our own polished times . actors . ing waves ; so careless shall my course be , 14 CATHLIN OF CLUTHA :
... to her , after the death of his son , shews that delicacy of sentiment is not confined , as some fondly ima gine , to our own polished times . actors . ing waves ; so careless shall my course be , 14 CATHLIN OF CLUTHA :
Pagina 15
James Macpherson. ing waves ; so careless shall my course be , through ocean , to the dwelling of foes . I have seen ... wave , as I looked on nightly Ton - thena , * red traveller between the clouds . Four days came the breeze abroad ...
James Macpherson. ing waves ; so careless shall my course be , through ocean , to the dwelling of foes . I have seen ... wave , as I looked on nightly Ton - thena , * red traveller between the clouds . Four days came the breeze abroad ...
Pagina 16
... wave . 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 . Duth - carmor ...
... wave . 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 . Duth - carmor ...
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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.