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Pagina 4
... look for- ward to Lochlin of lakes , to the dark , billowy bay of U - thorno , where Fingal de- fcends from ocean , from the roar of winds . Few are the heroes of Morven , in a land unknown ! Starno fent a dweller of Loda , to bid ...
... look for- ward to Lochlin of lakes , to the dark , billowy bay of U - thorno , where Fingal de- fcends from ocean , from the roar of winds . Few are the heroes of Morven , in a land unknown ! Starno fent a dweller of Loda , to bid ...
Pagina 5
... look on his fhield , like Trenmor , the ruler of wars . " Come down , " thus Trenmor faid , " thou dweller between the harps ! Thou fhalt roll this ftream away , or wafte with me in earth . " Around the king they rife in wrath . No ...
... look on his fhield , like Trenmor , the ruler of wars . " Come down , " thus Trenmor faid , " thou dweller between the harps ! Thou fhalt roll this ftream away , or wafte with me in earth . " Around the king they rife in wrath . No ...
Pagina 6
... looks on fcreaming fea fowl , a young wanderer on the field . Give the head of a boar to Can - dona † , tell him of his father's * Crumthormoth , one of the Orkney or Shetland islands . The name is not of Galic original . It was fubject ...
... looks on fcreaming fea fowl , a young wanderer on the field . Give the head of a boar to Can - dona † , tell him of his father's * Crumthormoth , one of the Orkney or Shetland islands . The name is not of Galic original . It was fubject ...
Pagina 9
... Look , from the hall of Loda , on thy lonely daughter . " latter , had its rife at a hunting party . Starno being invited , in a friendly manner , by Torcul - torno , both kings , with their followers , went to the mountains of ...
... Look , from the hall of Loda , on thy lonely daughter . " latter , had its rife at a hunting party . Starno being invited , in a friendly manner , by Torcul - torno , both kings , with their followers , went to the mountains of ...
Pagina 11
... look for- ward to Lochlin of lakes , to the dark , billowy bay of U - thorno , where Fingal de- fcends from ocean , from the roar of winds . Few are the heroes of Morven , in a land unknown ! Starno fent a dweller of Loda , to bid ...
... look for- ward to Lochlin of lakes , to the dark , billowy bay of U - thorno , where Fingal de- fcends from ocean , from the roar of winds . Few are the heroes of Morven , in a land unknown ! Starno fent a dweller of Loda , to bid ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
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.