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according acquainted ages ancestors ancient antiquity appears arts Bards became Britain British Britons Cæsar called celebrated century character chief Christian colonies common considered Cymry deity derived Divine Druids earth evidence existence Gauls give given Greeks hand Heathen hence honour human important inhabitants Ireland Irish island Isle Italy kind knowledge land language laws learned letters living manner means mentioned mind mountains mythology natives nature North noticed object observed offered origin Ossian particular period persons poems possessed present preserved priests prince principal probably Reader reason received refer regarded religion remains remarks remote respecting rites Romans rude sacred says serpent similar situation song stone superstition supposed symbol temple things thought tion towns traced tradition Triads tribes true truth various veneration Wales Welsh whole worship writing
353 ページ - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O 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 aloive.
202 ページ - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
353 ページ - ... in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps like me for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning.
346 ページ - Night came down on the sea; Rotha's bay received the ship. A rock bends along the coast with all its echoing wood. On the top is the circle of Loda, the mossy stone of power!
347 ページ - Thou frownest in vain : I never fled from the mighty in war. And shall the sons of the wind frighten the king of Morven ? No ! he knows the weakness of their arms ! Fly to thy land...
352 ページ - HAST* thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky ! The west has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They see thee lovely in thy sleep ; they shrink away with fear. Rest, in thy shadowy cave, O sun ! let thy return be in joy.
17 ページ - By these were the isles of the Gentiles divided in their lands; every one after his tongue, after their families, in their nations.
166 ページ - Thrice happy they beneath their northern skies, Who that worst fear — the fear of death — despise Hence they no cares for this frail being feel, But rush undaunted on the pointed steel ; Provoke approaching fate, and bravely scorn To spare that life which must so soon return.
353 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. But to Ossian, thou lookest in vain; for he beholds thy beams no more ; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at'the gates of the west.