The Poems of Ossian, Том 1J. D. Dewick, 1803 |
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Æneid ancient Annir antiquity appears arms arose Balclutha bards battle beam beautiful behold blast Caledonians Carthon Cathmor cave Celtic character chief Clessammor cloud Clutha Colmal Colmar Comala Comhal compositions Connal Crimora Crothar Cuthullin Dargo dark daugh daughter death Druids Dunthalmo Duth-maruno dwells epic eyes fame father feast feeble fell Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg Frothal Galic Gaul genius ghost Gladius grief hall hand harp heard heath heroes hill Homer Iliad imagination Ireland Irish Julius Cæsar language lift Lochlin Loda maid Malvina manners mighty mist Moina moon Morni Morven mournful nations nature night Odin Oithona Oscar Ossian Picts poem poet poetical poetry race raised rise roar rock rolled Roman rose rushed Scandinavia Scotland Scots sentiment shew shield Shilric sigh silent similes song soul spear spirit Starno storm strangers stream sublime Swaran sword tears Temora thee tion tradition voice warrior waves wind youth
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Страница 251 - He lifted high his shadowy spear! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword; the blade of dark-brown Luno.* The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
Страница 182 - I was a lovely tree in thy presence, Oscar, with all my branches round me : but thy death came like a blast from the desert, and laid my green head low : the spring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arose.
Страница 269 - 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 half-worn shield.
Страница 177 - 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.