The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Volume 21805 |
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... tombs of his children . But far before the rest the son of Ossian comes , bright in the smiles of youth , fair as the first beams of the sun . His long hair falls on his back . His dark brows are half hid beneath his helmet of steel ...
... tombs of his children . But far before the rest the son of Ossian comes , bright in the smiles of youth , fair as the first beams of the sun . His long hair falls on his back . His dark brows are half hid beneath his helmet of steel ...
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... tomb of Cathol ; that bards gave his friend to the winds . Tell him , that Cairbar has heard of his fame at the stream of resounding Carun . Cathmor , my brother , is not here . He is not here with his thousands , and our arms are weak ...
... tomb of Cathol ; that bards gave his friend to the winds . Tell him , that Cairbar has heard of his fame at the stream of resounding Carun . Cathmor , my brother , is not here . He is not here with his thousands , and our arms are weak ...
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... tomb , ' he will say , ' by the roaring stream , the dark dwelling of a chief . He fell by car - borne Oscar , the first of mortal men . ' I perhaps shall hear his voice . A beam of joy will rise in my soul . " Or , as translated in ...
... tomb , ' he will say , ' by the roaring stream , the dark dwelling of a chief . He fell by car - borne Oscar , the first of mortal men . ' I perhaps shall hear his voice . A beam of joy will rise in my soul . " Or , as translated in ...
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... my words were not heard . The feast is spread on 26 The traveller mourns his absence , thinking of the flame of his beams . ] First inserted in the improved edition 1773 . Moi - lena . An hundred heroes reared the tomb 34 BOOK I. TEMORA :
... my words were not heard . The feast is spread on 26 The traveller mourns his absence , thinking of the flame of his beams . ] First inserted in the improved edition 1773 . Moi - lena . An hundred heroes reared the tomb 34 BOOK I. TEMORA :
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Ossian Malcolm Laing. Moi - lena . An hundred heroes reared the tomb of Cairbar . No song is raised over the chief . His soul had been dark and bloody . The bards remembered the fall of Cormac ! what could they say in Cairbar's praise ...
Ossian Malcolm Laing. Moi - lena . An hundred heroes reared the tomb of Cairbar . No song is raised over the chief . His soul had been dark and bloody . The bards remembered the fall of Cormac ! what could they say in Cairbar's praise ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
aislin Alpin arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends beneath blast blood bosom breast brow Cairbar Cathmor cave chief Clatho Clono cloud Cormac Dargo dark daughter death Dermid descend Earse echoing EPIC POEM Erin eyes fair fall fame father feast fell field Fillan Fingal Firbolg fire flies Foldath Gaul ghosts gleaming grey hall harp head hear heard heath heaven hero hill hunter Iliad king Lego light locks Loda look Lumon MACPHERSON maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena moon Morven mountains mournful night o'er Oscar Ossian plain poem POPE's race rise roar rock roes rolled rose round rush sable Selma shield side sighs silent Somerled song soul sound spear sruth starry plough steel stood storm stream strife Sul-malla sword tears Temora thee thou Thuit tomb tree trembling Trenmor Ullin vale voice warrior waves winds wing young youth
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Página 433 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Página 433 - SING unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord, all the earth. Sing unto the Lord, bless his name ; shew forth his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the heathen, his wonders among all people. For the Lord is great, and greatly to be praised : he is to be feared above all gods.
Página 246 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 314 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 198 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Página 132 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Página 71 - Of gathering vapour, from the baffled sense Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : Vanish the woods ; the dim-seen river seems Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.
Página 413 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 93 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Página 242 - Through the thick gloom of some tempestuous night Orion's dog (the year when autumn weighs) And o'er the feebler stars exerts his rays; Terrific glory ! for his burning breath Taints the red air with fevers, plagues, and death . So flam'd his fiery mail.