The Poems of Ossian, 第 1 巻W. Strahan and T. Becket, 1773 |
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... fome exube- rances in imagery may be restrained , with advantage , by a degree of judgment acquired in the progress of time . Impreffed with this opinion , he ran over the whole with attention and accuracy ; and , he hopes , he has ...
... fome exube- rances in imagery may be restrained , with advantage , by a degree of judgment acquired in the progress of time . Impreffed with this opinion , he ran over the whole with attention and accuracy ; and , he hopes , he has ...
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... fome , who speak without any authority , to have afcribed his own productions to another name . If this was the cafe , he was but young in the art of deception . When he placed the poet in antiquity , antiquity , the Tranflator should ...
... fome , who speak without any authority , to have afcribed his own productions to another name . If this was the cafe , he was but young in the art of deception . When he placed the poet in antiquity , antiquity , the Tranflator should ...
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... fome readers ; it may not therefore be improper , to give here the traditional preface , which is generally prefixed to it . Two years after he took to wife Ros - crana , the daughter of Cormac , king of Ire- land , Fingal undertook an ...
... fome readers ; it may not therefore be improper , to give here the traditional preface , which is generally prefixed to it . Two years after he took to wife Ros - crana , the daughter of Cormac , king of Ire- land , Fingal undertook an ...
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... fome of them re- quiring many days to repeat them , but fuch hold they take of the memory , that few circumftances are ever omitted by those who have received them only from oral tradition : What is still more amazing , the very ...
... fome of them re- quiring many days to repeat them , but fuch hold they take of the memory , that few circumftances are ever omitted by those who have received them only from oral tradition : What is still more amazing , the very ...
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... fome circumstances very ridi- culous , and others altogether indecent . Morna , the wife of Comhal , had a principal hand in all the tranfactions previous to the defeat and death of her husband ; fhe , to use the words of the bard , who ...
... fome circumstances very ridi- culous , and others altogether indecent . Morna , the wife of Comhal , had a principal hand in all the tranfactions previous to the defeat and death of her husband ; fhe , to use the words of the bard , who ...
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againſt arife arms arofe art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold blaft bofom breaft Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon cave chace chief clouds Clutha Comala Connal Cromla Cuthullin Dargo dark dark-brown darkneſs daugh daughter death defart defcended diftant doft thou ecchoing Erin eyes faid fame fathers feaft fecret feeble feen fell fhall fhells fhield fide figh fight filent Fingal flain fled fome fong foul fpear fpirits fpread friends fteel fteps ftone ftood ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength fword Gaul ghofts grief hair hall harp heard heath heroes hill himſelf king of Morven Lego lift Lochlin maid mift mighty moffy Morni mournful Nathos night Ofcar Offian paffed poem raiſed reft renown rife roar rock rofe rolled ruſhed ſaid Scandinavia Selma Semo ſhall Starno Swaran tears thee thoſe thouſand tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves weft wind youth
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370 ページ - ... of my fathers ! bend. Lay by the red terror of your course. Receive the falling chief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises from the rolling sea. Let his robe of mist be near ; his spear that is form'd of a cloud.
213 ページ - 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!
211 ページ - 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?
228 ページ - 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.
136 ページ - Night is alike to me, stormy or gloomy the sky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on the hill. The young day returns from his clouds, but we return no more. Where are our chiefs of old? Where our kings of mighty name ? The fields of their battles are silent. Scarce their mossy tombs remain. We shall also be forgot. This lofty house shall fall. Our sons shall not behold the ruins in grass. They shall ask of the aged, " Where stood the walls of our fathers ?" Raise the song, and strike...
223 ページ - They come like streams from the mountain ; each rushes roaring from his hill. Bright are the chiefs of battle, in the armour of their fathers. Gloomy and dark, their heroes follow like the gathering of the rainy clouds behind the red meteors of heaven.
205 ページ - And it does arise in its strength! I behold my departed friends. Their gathering is on Lora, as in the days of other years.
232 ページ - Within the car is seen the chief; the strong-armed son of the sword. The hero's name is Cuthullin, son of Semo king of shells. His red cheek is like my polished yew. The look of his blue-rolling eye is wide, beneath the dark arch of his brow. His hair flies from his head like a flame, as bending forward he wields the spear. Fly, king of ocean, fly ! He comes, like a storm, along the streamy vale ! " When did I fly," replied the king ? " When fled Swaran from the battle of spears?
211 ページ - But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow! Thy face was like the sun after rain; like the moon in the silence of night; calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.
58 ページ - Returnest thou safe from the war? Where are thy friends, my love? I heard of thy death on the hill; I heard and mourned thee, Shilric!