The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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Pagina 31
... hill of heath . He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun ; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red lightning flies around ... hills of Cona ! listen to the voice of Ossian . The song rises , like the sun , in my soul . I feel the joys of other ...
... hill of heath . He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun ; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red lightning flies around ... hills of Cona ! listen to the voice of Ossian . The song rises , like the sun , in my soul . I feel the joys of other ...
Pagina 39
... hill . What dost thou be- hold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid . The murmur of the torrent comes from afar . Roaring waves climb the distant rock . The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on ...
... hill . What dost thou be- hold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid . The murmur of the torrent comes from afar . Roaring waves climb the distant rock . The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on ...
Pagina 40
... hill , and bend by turns the feebly - whistling grass . Minona + came forth in her beauty ; with down- cast look and tearful eye . Her hair flew slowly on the blast , that rushed unfrequent from the hill . The souls of the heroes were ...
... hill , and bend by turns the feebly - whistling grass . Minona + came forth in her beauty ; with down- cast look and tearful eye . Her hair flew slowly on the blast , that rushed unfrequent from the hill . The souls of the heroes were ...
Pagina 41
... hill , his promise ? Here is the rock , and here the tree ! stream ! Thou didst promise with night to be here . Ah ! whither is my Salgar gone ? With thee I would fly , from my father ; with thee , from my brother of pride . Our race ...
... hill , his promise ? Here is the rock , and here the tree ! stream ! Thou didst promise with night to be here . Ah ! whither is my Salgar gone ? With thee I would fly , from my father ; with thee , from my brother of pride . Our race ...
Pagina 42
... hill among thousands ! he was terrible in fight . Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me , sons of my love ! They are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold , cold are their breasts of clay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the ...
... hill among thousands ! he was terrible in fight . Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me , sons of my love ! They are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold , cold are their breasts of clay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Cathmor cave chace chief Clono cloud Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula dark dark-brown darkened daugh daughter death distant dost thou echoing Erin Erin's eyes fame father feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal Firbolg fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heroes hill Inis-huna Ireland king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena Mora Morni mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rush Ryno Selma Semo shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear steel steps storm stream Strutha Sul-malla Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine Thou art thro tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warrior waves wind youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 39 - STAR of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
Pagina 98 - O Oscar ! bend the strong in arm ; but spare the feeble hand. Be thou a stream of many tides against the foes of thy people ; but like the gale that moves the grass to those who ask thine aid. — So Tremor lived; such Trathal was ; and such has Fingal been. My arm was the support of the injured ; and the weak rested behind the lightning of my steel.
Pagina 202 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
Pagina 49 - Roll on, ye dark-brown years ; ye bring no joy on your course! Let the tomb open to Ossian, for his strength has failed. The sons of song are gone to rest. My voice remains, like a blast that roars lonely on a sea-surrounded rock, after the winds are laid.
Pagina 31 - He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red lightning flies around : trees shake their heads to the wind ! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun ; and the pleasant dreams of his rest...
Pagina 190 - The remembrance of battles past, and the return of peace is compared to the sun returning after a storm : " Hear the battle of Lora! the sound of its steel is long since past: so thunder on the darkened hill roars, and is no more ; the sun returns with his silent beams; the glittering rocks, and green heads of the mountains, smile.
Pagina 46 - ... please the soul. It is like soft mist that, rising from a lake, pours on the silent vale ; the green flowers are filled with dew, but the sun returns in his strength, and the mist is gone Why art thou sad, O Armin, chief of sea-surrounded Gorma?
Pagina 48 - Before morning appeared, her voice was weak; it died away like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief, she expired, and left thee, Armin, alone.
Pagina 341 - Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul.