The Poems of Ossian, 第 2 巻W. Strahan and T. Becket, 1773 |
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... Oscar came to the feaft ; the quarrel happened ; the followers of both fought , and Cairbar and Ofcar fell by mutual wounds . The noise of the battle reached Fingal's army . The king came on , to the relief of Ofcar , and the Irish fell ...
... Oscar came to the feaft ; the quarrel happened ; the followers of both fought , and Cairbar and Ofcar fell by mutual wounds . The noise of the battle reached Fingal's army . The king came on , to the relief of Ofcar , and the Irish fell ...
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... Oscar , chiefs of woody Temora ! His words for Cathol were many the wrath of Cairbar burns . He fhall fall on Moi - lena . My fame fhall rife in blood . " THEIR faces brightened round with joy . They spread over Moilena . The feaft of ...
... Oscar , chiefs of woody Temora ! His words for Cathol were many the wrath of Cairbar burns . He fhall fall on Moi - lena . My fame fhall rife in blood . " THEIR faces brightened round with joy . They spread over Moilena . The feaft of ...
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... Oscar , in the midst of thy courfe ? the heart of the aged beats over thee ! He fees thy coming wars ! The wars which ought to come he fees ! They are cut off from thy fame ! When shall joy dwell at Selma ? When thall grief depart from ...
... Oscar , in the midst of thy courfe ? the heart of the aged beats over thee ! He fees thy coming wars ! The wars which ought to come he fees ! They are cut off from thy fame ! When shall joy dwell at Selma ? When thall grief depart from ...
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... Oscar , the first of mortal men , " I , perhaps , fhall hear his voice . A beam of joy will rife in my foul . " 66 . NIGHT would have defcended in forrow , and morning returned in the fhadow of grief . Our chiefs would have ftood , like ...
... Oscar , the first of mortal men , " I , perhaps , fhall hear his voice . A beam of joy will rife in my foul . " 66 . NIGHT would have defcended in forrow , and morning returned in the fhadow of grief . Our chiefs would have ftood , like ...
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... Oscar had received , in a prefent , from Cormac , the fon of Artho , king of Ireland . It was of it that Cairbar made the pretext for quarrelling with Ofcar , at the feast , in the first book . 2 takes takes the fpear from her hand ...
... Oscar had received , in a prefent , from Cormac , the fon of Artho , king of Ireland . It was of it that Cairbar made the pretext for quarrelling with Ofcar , at the feast , in the first book . 2 takes takes the fpear from her hand ...
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againſt anceſtors arife 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 defcribed defcription Druids ecchoing Erin eyes faid fame father feaft feem fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide field figh filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit ftate fteps ftill ftone ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts grey hall harp heath heroes hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Ireland Irish king laft lift mift moffy moft Moi-lena Morni Morven moſt night occafion Ofcar Offian paffed perfon Picts pleaſant poem poet poetry poffeffed praiſe raiſed reft rife rock roes rofe rolled Selma ſhall ſon ſpread ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou Uthal voice warrior waves whofe winds
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207 ページ - Fingal has received his fame. We passed away, like flames that had shone for a season. Our departure was in renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard. The harp has been strung in Selma. "Come, Ossian, come away," he says, "come, fly with thy fathers on clouds.
395 ページ - As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills, so towards each other approached the heroes. As two dark streams from high rocks meet and mix, and roar on the plain: loud, rough, and dark in battle meet Lochlin and Inisfail. ... As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven; such is the noise of the battle.
411 ページ - 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...
373 ページ - 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.
336 ページ - O Ofcar ! bend the ftrong in arm, 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 grafs to thofe who afk thy aid.
286 ページ - ... The genius of men is then much turned to admiration and astonishment. Meeting with many objects, to them new and strange, their imagination Is kept glowing, and their passions are often raised to the utmost. They think and express themselves boldly, and without restraint. In the progress of society, the genius and manners of men undergo a change more favourable to accuracy, than to strength or sublimity.
346 ページ - Moina is often seen, when the sunbeam darts on the rock, and all around is dark. There she is seen, Malvina, but not like the daughters of the hill. Her robes are from the stranger's land; and she is still alone.
413 ページ - For neither were ye playing on the fteep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the fhaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva fpreads her wifard ftream :55 Ay me!
66 ページ - Joy, like the rustling gale, comes on the soul of the king. He remembers the battles of old; the days, wherein his fathers fought. The days of old return on Fingal's mind, as he beholds the renown of his son. As the son rejoices, from his cloud, over the tree his beams have raised, as it shakes its lonely head on the heath ; so joyful is the king over Fillan...
424 ページ - 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?