The Poems of Ossian: To which are Prefixed a Preliminary Discourse and Dissertation on the Æra and Poems of OssianPhillips, Sampson, 1850 - 492 ページ |
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... son of Fingal of that name , who makes a considerable figure in Össian's Poems . The three elder sons of Fingal , Ossian , Fillan , and Ryno , dying without issue , the suc cession , of course , devolved upon Fergus , the fourth son ...
... son of Fingal of that name , who makes a considerable figure in Össian's Poems . The three elder sons of Fingal , Ossian , Fillan , and Ryno , dying without issue , the suc cession , of course , devolved upon Fergus , the fourth son ...
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... sons of Aslauga now rush to war , did they know the distress of their father , whom a mul titude of venomous serpents tear ! I have given to my children a mother who hath filled their hearts with valor . I am fast approaching to my end ...
... sons of Aslauga now rush to war , did they know the distress of their father , whom a mul titude of venomous serpents tear ! I have given to my children a mother who hath filled their hearts with valor . I am fast approaching to my end ...
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... Son of Clatho , in the wandering of his locks . Thrice he raised his eyes to Fingal ; his voice thrice failed him as he spoke . Fillan could not boast of battles ; at once he strode away . Bent over a dis- tant stream he stood ; the ...
... Son of Clatho , in the wandering of his locks . Thrice he raised his eyes to Fingal ; his voice thrice failed him as he spoke . Fillan could not boast of battles ; at once he strode away . Bent over a dis- tant stream he stood ; the ...
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... sons , fallen in battle , he is calling , after his ac- customed manner , his sons to the chase . " Call , " says he , " Fillan and Ryno . - But he is not here . - My son rests on the bed of death . " This unexpected start of anguish is ...
... sons , fallen in battle , he is calling , after his ac- customed manner , his sons to the chase . " Call , " says he , " Fillan and Ryno . - But he is not here . - My son rests on the bed of death . " This unexpected start of anguish is ...
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... sons of song , the wars of the streamy Carun ; that my white - handed maid may re- joice while I behold the feast of my love . The Bards . Roll , streamy Carun , roll in joy , the sons of battle are fled ! the steed is not seen on our ...
... sons of song , the wars of the streamy Carun ; that my white - handed maid may re- joice while I behold the feast of my love . The Bards . Roll , streamy Carun , roll in joy , the sons of battle are fled ! the steed is not seen on our ...
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168 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.
233 ページ - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; tho 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...
233 ページ - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, 0 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.
166 ページ - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters : but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
287 ページ - Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream. Why should I stay behind? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock. When night comes on the hill — when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth; he shall fear, but love my voice!
234 ページ - ... 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.
142 ページ - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. Why dost thou awake me, O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
288 ページ - Many fell by thy arm : they were consumed in the flames of thy wrath. But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow. Thy face was like the sun after rain : like the moon in the silence of night : calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.
126 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?
225 ページ - O bards! over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us: for, one day, we must fall. 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!