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Pagina 25
High , from their misty hills , look forth the blue eyes of Erin ; for he is far away , young dweller of their souls ! Nor , harmless , white hands of Erin ! is Cathmor in the skirts of war he rolls ten thousand before him , in his ...
High , from their misty hills , look forth the blue eyes of Erin ; for he is far away , young dweller of their souls ! Nor , harmless , white hands of Erin ! is Cathmor in the skirts of war he rolls ten thousand before him , in his ...
Pagina 53
It is Fingal , king † of deserts , with aid to green Erin of streams . " " I beheld their chief , " says Moran , " tall as a glittering rock . His spear is a blasted pine . His shield the rising moon ! He sat on the shore ! like a cloud ...
It is Fingal , king † of deserts , with aid to green Erin of streams . " " I beheld their chief , " says Moran , " tall as a glittering rock . His spear is a blasted pine . His shield the rising moon ! He sat on the shore ! like a cloud ...
Pagina 55
Or shall we fight , ye sons of war ! or yield green Erin ‡ 66 * Cu - thón , the mournful sound of waves . + Crom - leach signified a place of worship among the Druids . it is here the proper name of a hill on the coast of Ullin or ...
Or shall we fight , ye sons of war ! or yield green Erin ‡ 66 * Cu - thón , the mournful sound of waves . + Crom - leach signified a place of worship among the Druids . it is here the proper name of a hill on the coast of Ullin or ...
Pagina 56
But tho ' my hand is bent on fight , my heart is for the peace of Erin . † Behold , thou first in Cormac's war , the sable fleet of Swaran . His masts are many on our coast , like reeds in the lake of Lego .
But tho ' my hand is bent on fight , my heart is for the peace of Erin . † Behold , thou first in Cormac's war , the sable fleet of Swaran . His masts are many on our coast , like reeds in the lake of Lego .
Pagina 57
+ Rise , ye dark winds of Erin , rise ! roar whirlwinds of Lara of hinds ! Amid the tempest let me die , torn , in a cloud , by angry ghosts of men ; amid the tempest let Calmar die , if ever chace was sport to him , so much as the ...
+ Rise , ye dark winds of Erin , rise ! roar whirlwinds of Lara of hinds ! Amid the tempest let me die , torn , in a cloud , by angry ghosts of men ; amid the tempest let Calmar die , if ever chace was sport to him , so much as the ...
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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 locks 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.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2 The Poems of Ossian, James Macpherson |
| Auteur | 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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