The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

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A Strahan, 1790
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Pagina 262 - 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?
Pagina 15 - The days of my years begin to fail: I feel the weaknefs of my arm. My fathers bend from their clouds, to receive their grey-hair'd fon.
Pagina 298 - Like Autumn's dark storms pouring from two echoing hills, towards each other approached the heroes; as two dark streams from high rocks meet and roar on the plain, loud, rough, and dark in battle, meet Lochlin and Inisfail.
Pagina 235 - He sighed thrice over the hero : thrice the winds of night roared around ! Many were his words to Oscar; but they only came by halves to our ears ; they were dark as the tales of other times, before the light of the song arose.
Pagina 217 - ... 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 261 - A dark red stream of fire comes down from the hill. Crugal sat upon the beam : he that lately fell by the hand of Swaran striving in the battle of heroes. His face is like the beam of the setting moon : his robes are of the clouds of the hill : his eyes are like two decaying flames. Dark is the wound on his breast. The stars dim-twinkled through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream.
Pagina 24 - Ossian to order a funeral elegy to be sung over the grave of Cairbar, it being the opinion of the times that the souls of the dead could not be happy till their elegies were sung by a bard.
Pagina 14 - O warriors, in the day of our fall. Then let us be renowned when we may; and leave our fame behind us, like the...
Pagina 320 - Mr Macpherson's translation is, we must never forget, whilst we read it, that we are putting the merit of the original to a severe test. For, we are examining a poet stripped of his native dress: divested of the harmony of his own numbers. We know how much grace and energy the works of the Greek and Latin poets receive from the charm of versification in their original languages.
Pagina 180 - The times of regular government, and polished manners, are therefore to be wished for by the feeble and weak in mind. An unsettled state, and those convulsions which attend it, is the proper field for an exalted character, and the exertion of great parts. Merit there rises always superior; no fortuitous event can raise the timid and mean into power. To...

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