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Pagina 120
... Moi - lena . Fingal , after mourning over bis grandson , ordered Ullin , the chief of his bards , to carry his body to Morven , to be there interred . Night coming on , Althan , the son of Conachar , relates to the king the particulars ...
... Moi - lena . Fingal , after mourning over bis grandson , ordered Ullin , the chief of his bards , to carry his body to Morven , to be there interred . Night coming on , Althan , the son of Conachar , relates to the king the particulars ...
Pagina 121
... Moi- lena . The scouts of blue ocean came . They came with steps of fear , and often looked behind . Cair- Cairbar , the son of Borbar - duthul , was descended li- neally from Lathon , the chief of the Firbolg , the first colony who ...
... Moi- lena . The scouts of blue ocean came . They came with steps of fear , and often looked behind . Cair- Cairbar , the son of Borbar - duthul , was descended li- neally from Lathon , the chief of the Firbolg , the first colony who ...
Pagina 122
... Cormac , king of Ireland . His tribe was one of the most considerable of the race of the Fir - bolg . + Mór - annal , strong breath ; a very proper name for a scout . Moi - lena . His eyes hang forward from his 122 TEMORA :
... Cormac , king of Ireland . His tribe was one of the most considerable of the race of the Fir - bolg . + Mór - annal , strong breath ; a very proper name for a scout . Moi - lena . His eyes hang forward from his 122 TEMORA :
Pagina 123
Ossian. Moi - lena . His eyes hang forward from his face . His lips are trembling pale ! " Do the chiefs of Erin stand , " he said , " si- lent as the grove of evening ? Stand they , like a silent wood , and Fingal on the coast ? Fingal ...
Ossian. Moi - lena . His eyes hang forward from his face . His lips are trembling pale ! " Do the chiefs of Erin stand , " he said , " si- lent as the grove of evening ? Stand they , like a silent wood , and Fingal on the coast ? Fingal ...
Pagina 126
... Moi- lena . Let my hundred bards attend . Thou red- haired Olla , take the harp of the king . Go to Oscar , chief of swords . Bid Oscar to our joy . To - day we feast and hear the song : to - morrow break the spears ! Tell him that I ...
... Moi- lena . Let my hundred bards attend . Thou red- haired Olla , take the harp of the king . Go to Oscar , chief of swords . Bid Oscar to our joy . To - day we feast and hear the song : to - morrow break the spears ! Tell him that I ...
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arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bend blast blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Cathmor cave chief Clatho Clono cloud Cona Conar Connal Cormac Cuthullin Dar-thula dark darkened daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin Etha eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal Firbolg Foldath Gaul ghosts gleaming grey grief hall harp hear heard heath hero hill host Inis-huna king of Ireland king of Morven Lathmon Lego lift the spear light Lochlin locks Lubar maid Malthos midst mighty mist Moi-lena Moma Mora Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem rejoice renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rush Ryno Selma Semo shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound steel steps storm stream strife Strutha Sul-malla Swaran sword tears Temora thee Thou art tomb Trenmor Ullin Usnoth Uthal vale voice warrior waves wind youth
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Pagina 91 - his song. Carril joined his voice. The music was like the memory of joys that are past, pleasant and mournful to the soul. The ghosts of departed bards heard on Slimora's side. Soft sounds spread along the wood. The silent valleys of night rejoice. So, when he sits in the silence of .the day, in the *Slia'mor, great
Pagina 138 - the ship of the king. Carry Oscar to Selma of harps. Let the daughters of Morven weep. We must fight in Erin for the race of fallen Cormac. The days of my years begin to fail. I feel the weakness of my arm. My fathers bend from their clouds, to receive their grey-haired son. But,
Pagina 132 - death of Oscar, her lover. tains the chief. But still his spear is in his hand. See gloomy Cairbar * falls ! The steel pierced his forehead, and divided his red hair behind. He lay, like a shattered rock, which Cromla shakes from its shaggy side; when the green vallied Erin shakes its mountains, from sea to sea!
Pagina 233 - I was not peaceful in the field. Raise the tombs of those I have slain, around my narrow house. Often shall I forsake the blast, to rejoice above their graves; when I behold them spread around, with their long-whistling grass." His soul rushed to the vale of Moma, to Dardu-lena's dreams, where she slept, by
Pagina 123 - upon his first landing in a strange country, kept the point of his spear forward, it denoted, in those days, that he came in a hostile manner, and accordingly he was treated as an enemy ; if he kept the point behind him, it was a token of friendship, and he was immediately invited to the feast,
Pagina 317 - his hand. His shield, half-covered with clouds, is like the darkened moon; when one half still remains in the wave, and the other looks sickly on the field ! His friends sit around the king, on mist! They hear the songs of Ullin: he strikes the half-viewless harp. He raises the feeble voice. The lesser
Pagina 59 - though very young, took the command of Cuthullin's army, made head against Cairbar the usurper, and defeated him in several battles. Cairbar at last having found means to murder Cormac, the lawful king, the army of Nathos shifted sides, and he himself was obliged to return into Ulster, in order to pass over into Scotland. Dar-thula, the
Pagina 91 - like the strength of the waves of Lego. Why art thou so dark, Slimora*! with all thy silent woods ? No star trembles on thy top. No moon-beam on thy side. But the meteors of death are there; the grey watery forms of ghosts. Why art thou dark, Slimora! with thy silent woods?
Pagina 3 - is overcome, bound, and delivered over as a prisoner to the care of Ossian, and Gaul, the son of Morni; Fingal, his younger sons, and Oscar, still pursue the enemy. The episode of Orla, a chief of Lochlin, who was mortally wounded in the battle, is introduced. Fingal, touched with the
Pagina 105 - But, lonely dweller of the rocks! look thou on that heathy plain. Thou seest green tombs, with their rank, whistling grass : with their stones of mossy heads. Thou seest them, son of the rock, but Ossian's eyes have failed. A mountain-stream comes roaring down, and • Alluding to the religious hymns of the