The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2W. Strahan and T. Becket, 1773 |
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Pagina 81
... lived three centuries ago , returning from the war , understood that his wife or mistress was dead . A bard introduces him fpeaking the following foliloquy , when he came within fight of the place , where he had left her , at his ...
... lived three centuries ago , returning from the war , understood that his wife or mistress was dead . A bard introduces him fpeaking the following foliloquy , when he came within fight of the place , where he had left her , at his ...
Pagina 100
... the only perfon remaining of the race of Conar , lived concealed in a cave , during the ufurpation of Cairbar , the fon of Borbar - duthul . bending bending oak . The tumbling of a stream is near 100 TEM OR A : Book V.
... the only perfon remaining of the race of Conar , lived concealed in a cave , during the ufurpation of Cairbar , the fon of Borbar - duthul . bending bending oak . The tumbling of a stream is near 100 TEM OR A : Book V.
Pagina 128
... lived , in abject flavery , under their chiefs . Their high ideas of , and attachment to , the heads of their families , probably , led the unintelligent into this mistake . When the honour of the tribe was concerned , the commands of ...
... lived , in abject flavery , under their chiefs . Their high ideas of , and attachment to , the heads of their families , probably , led the unintelligent into this mistake . When the honour of the tribe was concerned , the commands of ...
Pagina 135
... lived , at difcretion , in the houfes of the chiefs ; till another party , of the fame order , drove them away by mere dint of fatire . Some of the indelicate disputes of these worthy poetical combatants are handed down , by tradition ...
... lived , at difcretion , in the houfes of the chiefs ; till another party , of the fame order , drove them away by mere dint of fatire . Some of the indelicate disputes of these worthy poetical combatants are handed down , by tradition ...
Pagina 162
... lived at the royal refidence of Temora . Upon the murder of the king , Condan , the bard , conveyed Ferad - artho , pri- vately , to the cave of Cluna , behind the mountain Crommal , in Ulfter , where they both lived concealed , during ...
... lived at the royal refidence of Temora . Upon the murder of the king , Condan , the bard , conveyed Ferad - artho , pri- vately , to the cave of Cluna , behind the mountain Crommal , in Ulfter , where they both lived concealed , during ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt anceſtors arife art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends blaft blaſt Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor chief circumftances Clatho Clono cloud compofition Conar Cormac courſe Cuthullin dark darkneſs death defart defcended defcribed defcription Druids ecchoing Erin eyes faid fame father feaft feem fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide field figh filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit ftate fteps ftill ftone ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts grey hall harp heath heroes hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Ireland Irish king laft lift mift moffy moft Moi-lena Morni Morven moſt night occafion Ofcar Offian paffed perfon Picts pleaſant poem poet poetry poffeffed praiſe raiſed reft rife rock roes rofe rolled Selma ſhall ſon ſpread ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou Uthal voice warrior waves whofe winds
Populaire passages
Pagina 207 - Fingal has received his fame. We passed away, like flames that had shone for a season. Our departure was in renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard. The harp has been strung in Selma. "Come, Ossian, come away," he says, "come, fly with thy fathers on clouds.
Pagina 395 - As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills, so towards each other approached the heroes. As two dark streams from high rocks meet and mix, and roar on the plain: loud, rough, and dark in battle meet Lochlin and Inisfail. ... 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 the battle.
Pagina 411 - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
Pagina 373 - 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. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Pagina 336 - O Ofcar ! bend the ftrong in arm, but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people, but like the gale that moves the grafs to thofe who afk thy aid.
Pagina 286 - ... The genius of men is then much turned to admiration and astonishment. Meeting with many objects, to them new and strange, their imagination Is kept glowing, and their passions are often raised to the utmost. They think and express themselves boldly, and without restraint. In the progress of society, the genius and manners of men undergo a change more favourable to accuracy, than to strength or sublimity.
Pagina 346 - Moina is often seen, when the sunbeam darts on the rock, and all around is dark. There she is seen, Malvina, but not like the daughters of the hill. Her robes are from the stranger's land; and she is still alone.
Pagina 413 - For neither were ye playing on the fteep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the fhaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva fpreads her wifard ftream :55 Ay me!
Pagina 66 - Joy, like the rustling gale, comes on the soul of the king. He remembers the battles of old; the days, wherein his fathers fought. The days of old return on Fingal's mind, as he beholds the renown of his son. As the son rejoices, from his cloud, over the tree his beams have raised, as it shakes its lonely head on the heath ; so joyful is the king over Fillan...
Pagina 424 - I hear, at times, the ghosts of bards, and learn their pleasant song. But memory fails on my mind. I hear the call of years! They say, as they pass along, why does Ossian sing?