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Pagina 12
... blaft of darkness , in Starno's floating beard . They heard the tread of Fingal . The warriors rofe in arms . " Swaran , lay that wanderer low , " faid Starno , in his pride . " Take the fhield of thy father . It is a rock in war ...
... blaft of darkness , in Starno's floating beard . They heard the tread of Fingal . The warriors rofe in arms . " Swaran , lay that wanderer low , " faid Starno , in his pride . " Take the fhield of thy father . It is a rock in war ...
Pagina 22
... blaft of the northern ifles , fubject , in chief , to the kings of Lochlin . The Highland fenachies , who never miffed to make their comments on , and additions to , the works of Offian , have given us a long lift of the ancestors of ...
... blaft of the northern ifles , fubject , in chief , to the kings of Lochlin . The Highland fenachies , who never miffed to make their comments on , and additions to , the works of Offian , have given us a long lift of the ancestors of ...
Pagina 33
... blaft , along her heaving breaft . Corman - trunar gave the fhell ; and bade me to rejoice before him . I refted in the fhade of night ; and hid my face in my helmet deep . Sleep defcended on the foe . I rofe , like a stalking ghoft . I ...
... blaft , along her heaving breaft . Corman - trunar gave the fhell ; and bade me to rejoice before him . I refted in the fhade of night ; and hid my face in my helmet deep . Sleep defcended on the foe . I rofe , like a stalking ghoft . I ...
Pagina 61
... blaft came from the mountain , on its wings was the spirit of Loda . He came to his place in his terrors * and fhook his dusky fpear . His eyes appear like flames in his dark face ; his voice is like distant thunder . Fingal advanced ...
... blaft came from the mountain , on its wings was the spirit of Loda . He came to his place in his terrors * and fhook his dusky fpear . His eyes appear like flames in his dark face ; his voice is like distant thunder . Fingal advanced ...
Pagina 82
... blaft of the defert comes ; it howls in thy empty court , and whistles round thy half - worn shield . And * The title of this poem , in the original , is Duan na nlaoi , i . e . The Poem of the Hymns : probably on account of its many ...
... blaft of the defert comes ; it howls in thy empty court , and whistles round thy half - worn shield . And * The title of this poem , in the original , is Duan na nlaoi , i . e . The Poem of the Hymns : probably on account of its many ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt Annir arife arms arofe art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold blaft bofom breaft Cairbar Calmar Carril Carthon cave chief clouds Clutha Comala Connal CRIMORA Cromla Cuthullin Dargo dark darkneſs daughter death defcended diftant doft thou Duth-maruno echoing Erin eyes faid fame fathers feaft fecret feen fell fhall fhells fhield fide figh fight filent Fingal firft flain fome fong foul fpear fpirit fpread fteel fteps ftone ftood ftorm ftory ftrangers ftream ftrength fword Gaul ghofts ghoſts hair hall harp heard heath heroes Hidallan hill himſelf king of Morven Lochlin Loda maid mift mighty moffy Morni Morven mournful night Ofcar Offian Oithona paffed pleaſant poem raiſed reft renowned rife roar rock rofe rolled roſe ruſhed ſaid Scandinavia Selma ſhall ſon ſpear Starno Swaran tears thee thouſand tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves weft wind youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 79 - His words reached the heart of Clessammor: he fell, in silence, on his son. The host stood darkened around: no voice is on the plain. Night came, the moon, from the east, looked on the mournful field: but still they stood, like a silent grove that lifts its head on Gormal, when the loud winds are laid, and dark autumn is on the plain. Three days they mourned above Carthon; on the fourth his father died.
Pagina 197 - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar. Morar! thou art low indeed. Thou hast no mother to mourn thee; no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan. Who on his staff is this? who is this, whose head is white with age?
Pagina 81 - O sun, in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Pagina 214 - Lovely daughter of Cormac, I love thee as my soul ! I have slain one stately deer for thee. High was his branchy head, and fleet his feet of wind.
Pagina 197 - But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow! Thy face was like the sun after rain...
Pagina 68 - 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 339 - Whither dost thou retire from thy course, when the darkness of thy countenance grows? hast thou thy hall, like Ossian? dwellest thou in the shadow of grief? have thy sisters fallen from heaven? are they who rejoiced with thee at night no more? Yes, they have fallen, fair light! and thou dost often retire to mourn.
Pagina 199 - Arise, winds of autumn, arise; blow along the heath! streams of the mountains roar! roar, tempests, in the groves of my oaks! walk through broken clouds, O moon! show thy pale face, at intervals! bring to my mind the night, when all my children fell; when Arindal the mighty fell; when Daura the lovely failed!
Pagina 196 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun.
Pagina 340 - ... one night ; and leave thy blue path in heaven. The stars will then lift their heads: they, who were ashamed in thy presence, will rejoice. Thou art now clothed with thy brightness. Look from thy gates in the sky. Burst the cloud, O wind ! that the Daughter of night may look forth ! that the shaggy mountains may brighten, and the ocean roll its white waves, in light.