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amidst ancient appears arms army art thou Atha bards battle beam beautiful behold bend blast Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor cerning character chief Clatho Clono cloud Conar Connal Cormac Cuchullin dark darkened daugh daughter death dwelling echoing epic epic poem Erin eyes fame father feast field Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg Foldath foul Galic Gaul ghosts gleaming grey hall harp hear heard heath heroes Highlands hill Homer Iliad Inis-huna Irish king of Ireland Lego lift light locks Lumon maid mighty mist Moi-lena Morni Morven nations night Oscar Ossian Picts poem poet poetical poetry race roar rock roes rolled Ros-crana rose rushed Scandinavia Scotland Scots Selma sentiment shield silent song soul spear spirit Starno steps stood strangers stream strife Strutha Sul-malla Swaran sword Temora thee thou thro Thuit tradition translation Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves winds young
373 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?
397 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.
427 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.
411 ページ - She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east. Loveliness was around her as light. Her steps were like the music of songs.
275 ページ - Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song? We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away...
430 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...
275 ページ - As flies the inconstant sun, over Larmon's grassy hill, so pass the tales of old, along my soul, by night! When bards are removed to their place ; when harps are hung in Selma's hall; then comes a voice to Ossian, and awakes his soul! It is the voice of years that are gone ! they roll before me, with all their deeds! I seize the tales, as they pass, and pour them forth in song.
xxviii ページ - Their allufions to the manners and cuftoms of the fifteenth century, are fo many, that it is matter of wonder to me, how any one could dream of their antiquity.
257 ページ - LIKE the murmur of waters, the race ofUthorno came down. Starno led the battle, and Swaran of ftormy ifles. They looked forward from iron fhields, like Cruth-loda fiery-eyed, when he looks from behind the darkened moon, and ftrews his figns on night.