The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the aera and poems of Ossian1834 |
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... fame to disturb each other at their airy banquets , one of the most common is the charge of plagiarism . When the excellence of a new composition can no longer be contested , and malice is compelled to give way to the unanimity of ...
... fame to disturb each other at their airy banquets , one of the most common is the charge of plagiarism . When the excellence of a new composition can no longer be contested , and malice is compelled to give way to the unanimity of ...
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... fame . In a convenient in- difference for a literary reputation , the Author hears praise without being elevated , and ribaldry without being depressed . He has frequently seen the first bestowed too precipitately ; and the latter is so ...
... fame . In a convenient in- difference for a literary reputation , the Author hears praise without being elevated , and ribaldry without being depressed . He has frequently seen the first bestowed too precipitately ; and the latter is so ...
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... fame of their enemies , as well as their own , to pos- terity . Britain was first peopled by them , according to the testimony of the best au- thors ; its situation in respect to Gaul makes the opinion probable ; but what puts it beyond ...
... fame of their enemies , as well as their own , to pos- terity . Britain was first peopled by them , according to the testimony of the best au- thors ; its situation in respect to Gaul makes the opinion probable ; but what puts it beyond ...
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... fame ; and the bards immediately transferred the glory of the action to him who had given that aid . Had the poet brought down gods , as often as Homer has done , to assist his heroes , his work had not consisted of eulogiums on men ...
... fame ; and the bards immediately transferred the glory of the action to him who had given that aid . Had the poet brought down gods , as often as Homer has done , to assist his heroes , his work had not consisted of eulogiums on men ...
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... fame . They attended him in the camp , and contributed to establish his power by their songs . His great actions were magnified , and the po- pulace , who had no ability to examine into his character narrowly , were dazzled with his fame ...
... fame . They attended him in the camp , and contributed to establish his power by their songs . His great actions were magnified , and the po- pulace , who had no ability to examine into his character narrowly , were dazzled with his fame ...
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arms arose art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams breast Cairbar Calmar Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Clutha Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark dark-brown daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fallen fame fathers feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal fled friends Gaul ghosts gray grief hair hall hand harp hear heard heath heaven heroes hill Iliad king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid meteor midst mighty mist moon Morni mournful night Oscar Ossian poems poet race raised renowned rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Ryno Selma shells shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel stood storm strangers stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Torman trembling Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves white-bosomed wind youth
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85 ページ - Whence are thy beams, () sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course?
43 ページ - 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, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
85 ページ - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
82 ページ - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy halfworn shield. And let the blast of the desert come! we shall be renowned in our day!
57 ページ - 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.
85 ページ - Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
55 ページ - I was a lovely tree in thy presence, Oscar, with all my branches round me : but thy death came like a blast from the desert, and laid my green head low : the spring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arose.
108 ページ - 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. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings: the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee: they bathe thy lovely hair....
108 ページ - ... 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. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee : they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam...
109 ページ - Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!