The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the era and poems of Ossian1845 |
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Pagina 30
... voice of song in my breast . The thoughts of former years glide over my soul like swift shooting meteors o'er ... voice . It says , Seize thy beam of glory , O bard for thou shalt soon depart . Soon shall the light of song be faded ...
... voice of song in my breast . The thoughts of former years glide over my soul like swift shooting meteors o'er ... voice . It says , Seize thy beam of glory , O bard for thou shalt soon depart . Soon shall the light of song be faded ...
Pagina 33
... voice arose from the string of the bards . My soul melted away in the sounds , for my heart , like a stream , flowed gently away in song . Murmurs soon broke upon our joy . Half - unsheathed dag- gers gleamed . Many a voice was heard ...
... voice arose from the string of the bards . My soul melted away in the sounds , for my heart , like a stream , flowed gently away in song . Murmurs soon broke upon our joy . Half - unsheathed dag- gers gleamed . Many a voice was heard ...
Pagina 114
... voice to Ossian , and awakes his soul . It is the voice of years that are gone ; they roll before me with all their deeds ; ' and under this true poetic inspiration , giving vent to his genius , no wonder we should so often hear , and ...
... voice to Ossian , and awakes his soul . It is the voice of years that are gone ; they roll before me with all their deeds ; ' and under this true poetic inspiration , giving vent to his genius , no wonder we should so often hear , and ...
Pagina 131
... voice is feeble , their arm is weak ; but they are endowed with knowledge more than human . In a sepa- rate state , they retain the same dispositions which animated them in this life . They ride on the wind ; they bend their airy bows ...
... voice is feeble , their arm is weak ; but they are endowed with knowledge more than human . In a sepa- rate state , they retain the same dispositions which animated them in this life . They ride on the wind ; they bend their airy bows ...
Pagina 132
... voice was like the sound of a distant stream . ' The circumstance of the stars being beheld , ' dim - twinkling through his form , ' is wonderfully picturesque ; and con- veys the most lively impression of his thin and shadowy substance ...
... voice was like the sound of a distant stream . ' The circumstance of the stars being beheld , ' dim - twinkling through his form , ' is wonderfully picturesque ; and con- veys the most lively impression of his thin and shadowy substance ...
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arms arose art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Clutha Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark daugh daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts gleaming gray grief hair hall hand harp hear heard heath heaven heroes hill Iliad Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist moon Morni mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poems poet race raised rejoice renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Selma shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel steps storm strangers stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves wind youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 234 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
Pagina 167 - The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Pagina 288 - It is thy father, O Morar! the father of no son but thee. He heard of thy fame in war; he heard of foes dispersed. He heard of Morar's 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.
Pagina 226 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desart comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Pagina 285 - The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee : they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam ! Let the light of Ossian's soul arise ! "And it does arise in its strength ! I behold my departed friends.
Pagina 159 - As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle.
Pagina 153 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls; and the voice of the people is heard no more.
Pagina 301 - Like the darkened moon, he retired in the midst of the whistling blast.
Pagina 343 - Swaran," said the king of hills, "to-day our fame is greatest. We shall pass away like a dream. No sound will remain in our fields of war. Our tombs will be lost in the heath. The hunter shall not know the place of our rest.
Pagina 134 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?