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Pagina 70
... rushing through a solitary valley ; the scattered oaks ; and the tombs of warriors overgrown with moss ; all produce a solemn attention in the mind , and pre- pare it for great and extraordinary events . We find not in Ossian an ...
... rushing through a solitary valley ; the scattered oaks ; and the tombs of warriors overgrown with moss ; all produce a solemn attention in the mind , and pre- pare it for great and extraordinary events . We find not in Ossian an ...
Pagina 78
... rushed with joy " through the foam of the ocean . " So much for the unity and general conduct of the epic action in Fingal . With regard to that property of the subject which Aristotle requires , that it should be feigned , not his ...
... rushed with joy " through the foam of the ocean . " So much for the unity and general conduct of the epic action in Fingal . With regard to that property of the subject which Aristotle requires , that it should be feigned , not his ...
Pagina 117
... rushing from the mountains , pour " into a narrow valley their violent waters . They issue " from a thousand springs ... rushed against each other " 66 To these descriptions and similies , we may oppose the following from Ossian , and ...
... rushing from the mountains , pour " into a narrow valley their violent waters . They issue " from a thousand springs ... rushed against each other " 66 To these descriptions and similies , we may oppose the following from Ossian , and ...
Pagina 119
... rushing along the " plain , shining in his armour , like the star of autumn ; bright are its beams , distinguished amidst the multi- " tude of stars in the dark hour of night . It rises in " its splendor ; but its splendor is fatal ...
... rushing along the " plain , shining in his armour , like the star of autumn ; bright are its beams , distinguished amidst the multi- " tude of stars in the dark hour of night . It rises in " its splendor ; but its splendor is fatal ...
Pagina 121
... rushed in the sound of his arms , like the dreadful spirit of Loda , when he comes in the roar of a thou- " sand storms , and scatters battles from his eyes . He " sits on a cloud over Lochlin's seas . His mighty hand " is on his sword ...
... rushed in the sound of his arms , like the dreadful spirit of Loda , when he comes in the roar of a thou- " sand storms , and scatters battles from his eyes . He " sits on a cloud over Lochlin's seas . His mighty hand " is on his sword ...
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The Poems of Ossian, Tr. by J. MacPherson. to Which Are Prefixed ... Ossian Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
The Poems of Ossian, Tr. by J. MacPherson. to Which Are Prefixed ... Ossian Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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Agandecca ancient Angus Macneil antiquity appears arms bards battle beam beautiful behold blast breast Cairbar Caledonians Calmar Carril cave Celtic chief clouds Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Culdees Cuthullin dark dark-brown daugh daughter death deer desart distant druids echoing epic Erin Erragon eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg friends Gaul genius ghosts hall hand harp hear heard heath heroes Hidallan Highlands hill Homer Iliad Ireland Irish king of Morven king of swords Lena light Lochlin maid manners meteor mighty mist moon Morna mournful nations night numbers Oscar Ossian pale Picts poems poet poetical poetry race raise renowned rest rise roaring rock rolling Ryno Scotland Scots Semo sentiment shield sigh song sons soul sound spear spirit steel storm strangers stream sublime sun-beam Swaran sword tears Temora thee thou tion tomb Torman translation Trenmor Ullin voice waves wind youth
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Pagina 120 - The other contains a short, but exquisitely tender image, accompanied with the finest poetical painting. " The " music of Carril was like the memory of joys that " are past, pleasant and mournful to the soul.
Pagina 123 - The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Pagina 121 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters : but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Pagina 50 - That state, in which human nature shoots wild and free, though unfit for other improvements, certainly encourages the high exertions of fancy and passion.
Pagina 152 - From the hill I return, O Morna, from the hill of the dark-brown hinds. Three have I slain with my bended yew. Three with my long bounding dogs of the chace.
Pagina 99 - O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
Pagina 162 - Crugal, or find his lone steps in the heath. I am light as the blast of Cromla, and I move like the shadow of mist. Connal, son of Colgar, I see the dark cloud of death: it hovers over the plains of Lena. The sons of green Erin shall fall. Remove from the field of ghosts.
Pagina 87 - 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...
Pagina 125 - Where have ye been, ye southern winds ! when the sons of my love were deceived ? But ye have been sporting on plains, pursuing the thistle's beard.
Pagina 118 - They fell, like three young oaks which stood alone on " the hill. The traveller saw the lovely trees, and " wondered how they grew so lonely. The blast of the " desert came by night, and laid their green heads low. " Next day he returned; but they were withered, and the