The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, 第 3 巻J.F. Valade, 1779 |
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... mist . Trathal placed his sword in the cave , that the fpirit of his fon might re- joice . Ireland happened . It is remarkable , that , of all his ancestors , the poet makes the leaft mention of Comhal ; which , probably , proceeded ...
... mist . Trathal placed his sword in the cave , that the fpirit of his fon might re- joice . Ireland happened . It is remarkable , that , of all his ancestors , the poet makes the leaft mention of Comhal ; which , probably , proceeded ...
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... mist , Lara of dark streams . The withered grafs is covered with dew : the field , tho ' bright , is fad . Why wakes the bard before me , faid Cathmor , the memory of those who fled ? Has fome ghoft , from his dusky cloud , bent forward ...
... mist , Lara of dark streams . The withered grafs is covered with dew : the field , tho ' bright , is fad . Why wakes the bard before me , faid Cathmor , the memory of those who fled ? Has fome ghoft , from his dusky cloud , bent forward ...
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it was to them , a wind from heaven to roll the mist away . I bade my white fails to rife , before the roar of Cona's wind . Three hundred youths looked , from their waves , on Fingal's boffy shield , High on the mast it hung , and ...
it was to them , a wind from heaven to roll the mist away . I bade my white fails to rife , before the roar of Cona's wind . Three hundred youths looked , from their waves , on Fingal's boffy shield , High on the mast it hung , and ...
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... mist , when the fun rifes , between them , on his glittering rocks . Dark is their rolling on either fide ; each towards its reedy pool . Silent fat the chiefs at the feaft . They looked , at times , on Atha's king , where he ftrode ...
... mist , when the fun rifes , between them , on his glittering rocks . Dark is their rolling on either fide ; each towards its reedy pool . Silent fat the chiefs at the feaft . They looked , at times , on Atha's king , where he ftrode ...
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... mist . Offian , give me that broken shield : these feathers that are rolled in the wind . Place them near to Fillan , that lefs of his fame may fall . Offian , I begin to fail . - Lay me in that hollow rock . Raife no ftone above : left ...
... mist . Offian , give me that broken shield : these feathers that are rolled in the wind . Place them near to Fillan , that lefs of his fame may fall . Offian , I begin to fail . - Lay me in that hollow rock . Raife no ftone above : left ...
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againſt antient army arofe Atha bards battle beam behold bending blaft Caël Cairbar Caledonians Carril Cathmor chief Clatho Clono cloud compofitions Conar Cormac courfe courſe Crothar Cuchullin dark darkneſs daugh death defart defcended epifode Erin eyes faid fame father feaft fecret feem feen fent Ferad-artho fide field filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft firſt flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit fteps ftill ftone ftood ftrangers ftreams ftrength ftrife fword Gaul ghofts gleaming grey harp hear heard heath hero hiftory hill hoft Inis-huna Irish king of Ireland laft Larthon lift Lubar Malthos midſt mift miſt moffy Moi-lena Moma Mora Morni Morven night Ofcar Offian paffage perfon Picts poem poet poffeffed race raiſed reft renowned rife rock roes rofe rolled Scotland Scots shield ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thro tomb tranflation Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves winds
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25 ページ - We must fight in Erin, for the race of fallen Cormac. The days of my years begin to fail. I feel the weakness of my arm.
214 ページ - But mine arm rescued the feeble; the haughty found my rage was fire. Never over the fallen did mine eye rejoice. For this my fathers shall meet me, at the gates of their airy halls, tall, with robes of light, with mildly-kindled eyes. But, to the proud in arms, they are darkened moons in heaven, which send the fire of night, red-wandering over their face.
189 ページ - I hear you not, ye sons of song; in what hall of the clouds is your rest? Do you touch the shadowy harp, robed with morning mist, where the rustling sun comes forth from his green-headed waves 1 TEMORA: AN EPIC POEM.
198 ページ - So rife the green feas round a fpirit, that comes down from the fqually wind. The traveller hears the found afar, and lifts his head over the rock. He looks on the troubled bay, and thinks he dimly fees the form. The waves fport, unwieldy, round, with all their backs of foam.
26 ページ - The feaft is fpread on Moi-lena: an hundred heroes reared the tomb of Cairbar: but no fong is raifed over the chief: for his foul had been dark and bloody. The bards remembered the fall of Cormac ! what could they fay in Cairbar's praife? The night came rolling down. The light of a"n hundred oaks arofe. Fingal fat beneath a tree. Old Althan f flood in the midft.
187 ページ - Not there is the stride of Larthon, chief of Inis-huna. He mounts the wave on his own dark oak, in Cluba's ridgy bay.
195 ページ - AS when the wintry winds have feized the waves of the mountain-lake, have feized them, in ftormy night, and cloathed them over with ice; white, to the hunter's early eye, the billows ftill feem to roll. He turns his ear to the found of each unequal ridge. But each is filent, gleaming...
46 ページ - WHEN peace returned to the land: •When his blue waves bore the king to Morven: then he remembered his fon, and poured the filenc tear.
112 ページ - ... impressions of the extraordinary and supernatural kind. Falling asleep in this gloomy mood, and their dreams being disturbed by the noise of the elements around, it is no matter of wonder, that they thought they heard the voice of the dead. This voice of the dead, however, was, perhaps, no more than a shriller whistle of the winds in an old tree, or in the chinks of a neighbouring rock.
204 ページ - He lifted high his shin;ng shield, in the dusky wing of war: like the broad, blank moon, in the skirt of a cloud, before the storms arise. Loud, from moss-covered Mora, poured down, at once, the broad-winged war. Fingal led his people forth, king of Morven of streams. On high spreads the eagle's wing. His grey hair is poured on his shoulders broad. In thunder are his mighty strides.