The Poems of Ossian, Band 2W. Strahan and T. Cadell, 1785 - 435 Seiten |
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... a principal hand in the conspiracy against Cormac king of Ireland . His tribe was one of the most confiderable of the race of the Fir - bolg . thaggy fhaggy brows . Foldath ftands , like an oozy rock 4 Book I. TEMOR A :
... a principal hand in the conspiracy against Cormac king of Ireland . His tribe was one of the most confiderable of the race of the Fir - bolg . thaggy fhaggy brows . Foldath ftands , like an oozy rock 4 Book I. TEMOR A :
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fhaggy brows . Foldath ftands , like an oozy rock , that covers its dark fides with foam . His fpear is like Slimora's fir , that meets the wind of heaven . His fhield is marked with the strokes of battle . His red eye despises danger ...
fhaggy brows . Foldath ftands , like an oozy rock , that covers its dark fides with foam . His fpear is like Slimora's fir , that meets the wind of heaven . His fhield is marked with the strokes of battle . His red eye despises danger ...
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... rock ! " * Cormac , the son of Arth , had given the fpear , which is here the foundation of the quarrel , to Ofcar , when he came to congratulate him upon Swaran's being expelled from Ireland . † Ti'mór - i ' , the boufe of the great ...
... rock ! " * Cormac , the son of Arth , had given the fpear , which is here the foundation of the quarrel , to Ofcar , when he came to congratulate him upon Swaran's being expelled from Ireland . † Ti'mór - i ' , the boufe of the great ...
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vided his red hair behind . He lay , like a fhattered rock , which Cromla fhakes from its fhaggy fide ; when the green - vallied Erin shakes its mountains , from fea to fea ! BUT never more fhall Ofcar rife ! He leans on his boffy ...
vided his red hair behind . He lay , like a fhattered rock , which Cromla fhakes from its fhaggy fide ; when the green - vallied Erin shakes its mountains , from fea to fea ! BUT never more fhall Ofcar rife ! He leans on his boffy ...
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... rock . Thy thoughts are dark and bloody ! But thou art the brother of Cathmor ; and Cathmor fhall fhine in thy war . But my foul is not like thine thou feeble hand in fight ! The light of my bofom is stained with thy deeds . Bards will ...
... rock . Thy thoughts are dark and bloody ! But thou art the brother of Cathmor ; and Cathmor fhall fhine in thy war . But my foul is not like thine thou feeble hand in fight ! The light of my bofom is stained with thy deeds . Bards will ...
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againſt anceſtors ancient art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends blaft blaſt Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor chief circumftances Clatho Clono cloud compofition Conar Cormac courſe Cuthullin dark darkneſs death defart defcended defcription Druids Erin eyes faid fame father feaft feem fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide field figh filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft firſt flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit fteps ftill ftorm ftream ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts ghoſt grey hall harp heath heroes hiftory hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Ireland Iriſh king laft lift midſt mift miſt moffy Moi-lena Morni Morven moſt muſt night occafion Ofcar Offian paffed perfon pleaſant poem poet poetry poffeffed praiſe prefent raiſed reft rife rock roes rofe rolled Scots Selma ſhall ſon ſpear ſpread ſtate ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee theſe thofe thoſe thou Uthal voice warrior waves winds
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Seite 412 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me!
Seite 408 - 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.
Seite 411 - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
Seite 401 - I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. The blast hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north.
Seite 390 - Cormac who was distant far, in Temora's echoing halls; he learned to bend the bow of his fathers, and to lift the spear. Nor long didst thou lift the spear, mildly shining beam of youth! Death stands dim behind thee, like the darkened half of the moon behind its growing light!
Seite 373 - 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.
Seite 338 - Ofcar! bend the ftrong in arms, but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people ; but like the gale that moves the...
Seite 282 - An American chief, at this day, harangues at the head of his tribe, in a more bold metaphorical style, than a modern European would adventure to use in an Epic poem.
Seite 377 - Gaul in his arms, and my foul was mixed with his : for the fire of the battle was in his eyes ! he looked to the foe with joy. We fpoke the words of friendship in fecret ; and the lightning of our fwords poured together ; for we drew them behind the wood, and tried the ftrength of our arms on the empty air.
Seite 424 - I hear, at times, the ghosts of bards, and learn their pleasant song. But memory fails on my mind. I hear the call of years! They say, as they pass along, why does Ossian sing?